Breaking the Fast
I wait past hunger
to a knowledge of who I am:
a ravenous being, insatiable,
self-indulgent.
I wait past pain
the angry growling of a
hollow interior, ignored.
I wait past denial
into acceptance, into repentance
into knowledge of forgiveness.
I wait until I am fed
by the spiritual hand of God.
I break fast with unleavened bread
and water turned to wine,
the sustenance of faith.
c.Darlene Moore Berg
Sometimes a Poet 
Amen and amen. I am humbled before your single minded desire for more of Him. Beautiful poetic record of it all.