Poem of random thoughts on a day of fasting not

A plant turns toward the sun.
How can I keep my flesh from turning toward?
How do I ward what will not reward in the days of dream?
The plotting one with his schemes hides his face but not his hand.
What's banned? The tanned the delicious the sweet are all of God.
How can I distort them so much in the body of death?
Where is the ref? I out of breath running this race with a back pack the size of France.
All I see I take in it. I hope it does not take in me. How does it effect me?
What are the spiritual kingdom tweaks?
What does it matter if we get drunk or get weak?
Why does it matter if I distort this matter to my own bizarre consequences?

Because you love me and know what is best for me. You love them and know what is best for them. How? Strength in my weakness. Endurance over the storm. Perseverance when the rains come. They drum. They drum. They drum. um um m.
ON and on. SToP. Stop. Stop. op op p. Stop the whaling stop the Top. Stop the constant needs, the hurts the empty open bleeds. Stop the rains the do not flourish. Stop the foods that do not nourish. Encourage. I need some courage. Long ago I felt discouraged. Forgotten, I think not. Rotten, we are rotting but You are restoring. I am adoring the love one renewing. Doing all that we can't. Restoring all our state of being and doing. Making life life again. Not the thing of the past. Long lost and frightened. Hopeless and dreary. I am too much in this world. Not enough in heaven. I have access like the web on my phone. I have a new contract has been made. I fall dark and low. Faded and grey. Like the autumn has passed and the winter is here. Coming, coming Freezing and dull. Slowly fading life away to the infinite nothing. We need to fear this. It is the worst of existence. How Why do we let it in when in Christ we have freedom to keep sunny days and flowers. Colors of the autumn sky and the changing leaves. The bees moving across the meadows and the high grasses of summer. The lives live wild in it and God is at work. Restoring and renewing. Bringing all thing to himself and making all things new.
Turn to him. Life is but a short journey.