Taste the Glory

Taste the glory! 

The very Breath of God 
inhabits me, 
holds my soul, 
permeates my mind, 
transforms my heart. 

His touch is whisper--  
soft behind the conscious 
verbiage, constant 
inner conversation;  
my appetite is piqued. 

I listen to the wind, 
wait for sentience 
to unlock the starving 
fibers of my soul 
to free delight in Him. 

Heat gradually turns up 
to pulsing flame 
and then I hear my name, 
and hot and sweet, joy 
sizzles in my heart. 

I feel the edge of heaven 
at my feet. Someday 
I’ll float within 
the ocean of his love, 
possess as I’m possessed. 

His radiance will be  
my sun, burn fiery hot 
but never harm, 
just fill the world  
with glory. 

I taste the flame 
from far away
and find it pure
ambrosia fit for
children of the God…

An endless feast
is waiting. Now
I nibble as I can,
his love the flavor
of forever -- 

and I am satisfied.


Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. (Rom. 8:23 NIV)

Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. (Ps. 90:14 NIV)