Each Fast Is like a Cleansing of the Soul

Music: Prelude #16.
From the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2.
By J.S. Bach. Sequenced by Yo Tomita.

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Each fast is like a cleansing of the soul
In which one's thoughts are purified by prayer,
Deepened by connection to the whole
As one becomes somehow more simply there.
Leaving the sweet holiday behind,
Families feast to bid it fond farewell.
If Ramadan rewards the heart and mind,
The feast rewards the long-neglected shell
Returning to the palace of the wind.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon





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