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5.36 Day 1.

The beginning
Is the rising of the sun
Of Wakefulness of the participants
Glimmers of orange and pink
Becoming the light sky blue

The Birds sing of wakefulness
Of a spirit and soul awakening
To its Maker
To its Maker in each stone
Each Bird Call
In Each reason to open eyes
Everyday

The prayer book is opened
For it is the centre of this day
When we call on Him
To take over as we surrender
To this Season of our reawakening
From any wavering from that path
That leads to Him

Our footfalls grow lighter and lighter
And we rise at a time when
There is little traffic,
Often our little ones are sleeping
Pondering, Dreaming
We pray they dream of Him
Find Him in Their Hearts
Surrender to that which will make their spirits grow

But it is not resignation to that which we can change
And it is not giving up what we must strive for
The scorching sun of this fast
Will burn away desires for the earthly
Take the self and leave sunburns streaks
For us feel the sting of our remoteness from Him.

Are we His Words?
Are we His Letters?
Does each word come forth to praise Him
Encourage praise
Inspire praise
Uplift each heart that comes into contact with ours
In the Passing Day….

To this day, to this first day of Fast
I give welcome
I surrender and
I begin to burn
Anew…

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