Taste Of Understanding Poem by Saint Eule

So as we ate the forbidden fruit,
The fall of man became the root.
but hope not lost for we learn to taste,
the understanding of his amazing grace.

Shallow are the claims of united nations,
Principality and powers ruined relations.
My understanding is certainly clear,
All that is important, is God is near.

Shall a tribe or nation impose their will,
They are not chosen, just a placebo pill.
The real one that heals us is personal inside.
Taste of understanding not personal pride.

Pride of knowledge is lack of taste,
Lack of understanding is just a waste.
We talk of peace, and speak of love.
But our only hope comes from above.

What makes you special is not your race,
But the taste of understanding amazing grace.