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  1. The Sabbath Sabotage

    They told us
    holiness was neat,
    pressed flat like Sunday clothes,
    folded into bulletins,
    spoken in indoor voices,
    kept safely between hymns
    and handshakes.

    They told us
    Sabbath was a soft thing,
    a nap for the soul,
    a gentle pause
    before returning
    to the holy machinery
    of earning, buying, proving, becoming.

    But Sabbath was never safe.

    Sabbath is a wrench
    thrown into Pharaoh’s gears.
    A door barred against the market.
    A candle lit
    in defiance of the floodlights.
    A refusal
    to kneel before the stopwatch.
    A holy no
    rising like thunder
    from tired bones.

    Six days, they say,
    you shall labor.
    And the seventh?
    The seventh is mutiny.

    The seventh day
    the fields are not your masters.
    The ledgers do not own your name.
    The inbox may howl
    like a beast outside the gate,
    but you will not feed it.
    The empire counts bricks.
    Sabbath counts blessings.
    The empire demands output.
    Sabbath gathers manna
    and says, enough.

    Enough for today.
    Enough for this body.
    Enough for this earth.
    Enough for a life
    that was never meant
    to be fed into furnaces
    just to keep the towers warm.

    Sabbath is not laziness.
    It is revolt
    with bread on the table.
    It is trust
    with dirt under the fingernails.
    It is the slave
    remembering he is human.
    The widow
    remembering she is seen.
    The ox
    remembering grass.
    The land
    remembering how to breathe.

    And maybe that is why
    they sabotage Sabbath.

    Because rest breaks rank.
    Because silence interrupts slogans.
    Because delight cannot be monetized forever.
    Because a people
    who learn to stop
    may also learn
    they can refuse.

    Refuse the lie
    that worth is measured in production.
    Refuse the sermon
    of profit without mercy.
    Refuse the fear
    that if we cease for one day
    the world will fall apart—
    as though we were the ones
    holding up the stars.

    No.
    Sabbath is the admission
    that we are not God,
    and the miracle
    that God is still good.

    So let the engines choke.
    Let the schedules stutter.
    Let the tyrants call it weakness.
    Let the anxious call it waste.
    Let the merchants stand bewildered
    before shuttered stalls
    and unhurried hearts.

    For this is the sabotage:
    to rest in a restless world,
    to feast in a famine of joy,
    to loosen your fist
    when all of history
    has trained it to clench.

    To stop.
    To breathe.
    To bless.
    To remember
    that we were not made
    for endless extraction,
    but for communion—
    with God,
    with neighbor,
    with creature,
    with soil,
    with our own forgotten souls.

    And so, on the seventh day,
    we commit our small rebellion:
    we light candles against consumption,
    set tables against despair,
    sing psalms against the grind,
    and call this shattered life
    still sacred.

    This is no small thing.
    This is how the kingdom enters:
    not always with trumpets,
    but with napping children,
    unbought hours,
    shared bread,
    and a people audacious enough
    to believe
    that the world can turn
    without their frantic striving.

    Blessed are the saboteurs of empire.
    Blessed are the keepers of Sabbath.
    Blessed are the tired
    who lay their burden down
    and find, beneath the weight of all they carried,
    a joy the masters could not confiscate.

    For every Sabbath kept
    is a crack in the idol.
    Every prayer whispered at rest
    is a seed beneath the pavement.
    Every holy pause
    is a hammer blow
    against the myth
    that Caesar owns time.

    He does not.
    The clock does not.
    The market does not.

    Time belongs to God.
    And God,
    in mercy,
    has given some of it back to us.


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  2. Last year, we did with @lady_in_black (on IG) a spin-off on my comics for @inktober. This year we will do the opposite and I will illustrate 2 weeks of a story set in the universe she created with @melnikova.foto (on IG) .

    #inktober #inktober21 #inktober2021 #steampunk #steampunkstyle #steampunkart #steampunkgirl #artcollaboration #art #comics #sketches #doodle #mastart #bw #blackandwhite #comictober #witch #evilwitch #comicsartist #western #persephone #mathilda #cowboy #mastoart