Taste

 

I have tasted earth;
flavour like the truth
of the lying man
I have tasted honey;
the kiss of the new heaven

But nothing compares
to the relish of joy.
Tastes like the laugh of a child,
the smell of the anticipating
head peering over
the arrival crowd

These fall
short before the
savoring taste
of salvation
the fulfilment of grace
or the enriching sensation
of the heart that finds
love

The heart
that finds
Love

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