For 11 months, I have been hungry when you have dined and energised.
Now Stomach, my good friend, you will not begrudge me this one time in which I may feast
on the bountiful delights of God's treats.
Now my need to be nourished will be louder
than your pangs of empty hunger.
I am doing this for your greed,
So that we may empathise with others' needs
and God's warning we shall heed.
For 11 months, you were given free rein
when you should have been restrained
to wander where you pleased.
All thoughts vile and unkind
travelled in and out of your mind
and hatred you entertained with ease.
You, oh Mind, will not begrudge me this time
To restrict thoughts to love, peace and His signs.
If I am to be given, as you were, free rein
Then we will not leave the righteous terrain
In which God has ordered us to remain.
For 11 months you tasted the acidity
of back biting, gossiping and hateful negativity
and you must have felt that the bitter was sweet
Because you came back again and again
unchecked to eat.
Now dear Tongue I will not be begrudged this time
To correct our spiritual line
for in the end it is He that we shall meet.
And when this month is done
And I have done my job
then for the next 11 months only good will escape this gob!
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