God’s Love has a palate!
It flavors like a chosen fruit, full of zest, range, and syrupiness.
The biting perception of the world, is curved into admiration for God.
His affection has a sensitivity – take and consume of it, party in it, adore it!
The aftertaste of His kind core is outside explanation!
We don’t live and move and have our being in bread only, but in Every Word that originates from the Mouth of God!
LOVE this poem (and LOVE Him).