"SWEET SABBATH It was before the owls sneezed, Before they cast their rhymes upon the hills, Before they read the language of the dark sky, Before they sang their songs through the reeds, I went down on my knees. And then I closed my eyes and gazed beyond my own needs, Until I met with the unseen upon His holy seat, And He talked to me in His ancient beats, Saying, "Oh, son, remain at My sacred feet, for My Sabbath is dearly sweet." ©Waya James Agok "