The Taste That Life Brings
I’ve tasted rejection-
it leaves the soul feeling lost-
insecure, and without hope.
I’ve tasted disappointments-
it’s like a wormhole
wherein one pulls self
inside to hide shame.
I’ve tasted fear-
the doubt that it’s coupled with
brings sadness to the soul.
I’ve tasted the pleasure of sin-
I’ve felt the seconds of natural bliss-
and reaped heartbreak and loneliness from it.
I’ve tasted the bitterness of hate-
my heart has bled from the substance
of its hurt and pain-
it led my feet to the gate of confusion.
I’ve tasted the presence of the fallen angel
its binding hold and sounds of terror
were only broken by my call
on the name of Jesus.
I’ve tasted the sweetness of love-
my heart has smiled; my feet
has skipped in the joy of it.
I’ve tasted being love-
it’s marvelous and does wonders
for the mind, body, and soul
by the sheer salutation of the giver.
I’ve tasted compassion-
it’s like a life-line, and with it
comes the strength of seven.
I’ve tasted forgiveness-
it refreshes like a mighty, majestic waterfall.
It cleanses the mind and body-
it restores the spirit
without ever remembering
what it washed away.
I’ve tasted the Joy of the Lord-
the evidence of his presence
were chills up-and-down my spine.
I’ve felt the warmth of his hugs-
even his kisses-
there is nothing to compare.
Author: Zita Turner-Bett
