Is this the manner of fasting I wish,
of keeping a day of penance:
That a man bow his head like a reed,
and lie in sackcloth and ashes?
Do you call this a fast,
a day acceptable to the Lord?
This, rather, is the fasting I wish:
releasing those bound unjustly,
untying the thongs of the yoke;
Setting free the oppressed,
breaking every yoke;
Sharing your bread with the hungry,
sheltering the oppressed and the homeless;
Clothing the naked when you see them,
and not turning your back on your own.
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
-“Suicide Note” by Langston Hughes
i have a new blog where i’m posting poetry from the workshop i’m taking as a way to collect it in an easily accessible space; i think it’s worth sharing though so if you want to look at it, it’s jericho-falls.tumblr.com