Let the oppressed go free and break every yoke.
To share your bread with the hungry .
We need to put on a new cloak.
As we seek another country.

I read Isaiah in the small stone chapel.
During the hour of the Blessed Sacrament.
Here was an end for a moment to all struggle.
Just silence was the new commandment.

A humbled contrite heart, O God.
You will not spurn.
However flawed.
We still can learn.

I left the chapel reluctantly.
Quietly , slowly.

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Break every yoke
Share your bread with the hungry
Seek a new country

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See Isaiah 58 : 1-9 and Psalm 50