A Fast Call for Bread and Tea Pangs of hunger             Reminders of restraint Parched lips             Refreshed soul Appeasement of physical cravings             Sacrifice of spiritual blessings Blood flowing from hearts burning             Love so deep that all is shedding   “Here am i,”  “Here am i” Mould me Remake me Till i reflect the image of true nobility   My gift of the days of ‘Alá is but a return of Yours first to me  May these swiftly passing days see: Sweet pangs of hunger             transformed to joy and surrender Lips once starved of tea             a shine with the wine of praise for Thee Cravings of Your nearness to me             overshadowing yearnings for bread and Brie   Fast, so fast is the ascent of my soul to Thee my will no longer, only Yours for all eternity  debbie kirton, barbados: 7 march 2005 -