The hidden Sweetness


There’s hidden sweetness

in the stomach’s emptiness.

We are lutes, no more, no less.

If the soundbox

is stuffed full of anything,

no music.

If the brain and belly are burning clean

with fasting, 

every moment a new song

comes out of the fire.

 When you fast,

good habits gather

like friends who want to help.

A table descends to your tents,

Jesus’ table.

Expect to see it, when you fast, this table

spread with other food,

better than the broth of cabbages.