in my set-apart chair
savoring first the sensory.
my body nestles into cushiony embracewhile open hands feel
the comforting weight of the book.
fingertips caress the texturea texture that stirs my heart
for breaking the dark night's fast.
hugging it closewith eyes closed tight
my nose takes in its
leathery smell while
savoring this slight delay
that makes the anticipated repast
all the sweeter.
then the deliberate openingand the soft sound
of thin pages rustling
until my eyes settle
on words for today.
my heart begins to partakeof their vitality
as i break the fast
with my Father
and i lean in close
to hear him speak his Word
to me for this day.