The Taste Of God Poem by Ceejon Ezinwoke

Down but not out
I saw their taunting laughter
As it licked my very wounds
And the tears I saw on them,
I thought they wept with me
Never mind, just tears of joy
As they rejoiced over my fall

I, who thought myself a god,
A general in charge of generals
Now in mud and clothed in dirt
Who now do I plead my cause?
As I lay in this place of waste
Nostalgic of who I used to be
And where I was supposed to be

Guess what I had for breakfast
A bowl of blame for myself alone
For forgetting whose child I am
A child of the Lord, the Most High God
The eternal rock of all the times
The bright and morning star
The Maker of everything that is

My mouth once again is sweet,
The taste of Hope for a greater rise
The taste of love that passes all things
The taste of grace beyond second chances
The taste of life that I do not deserve,
The taste of a Father's forgiveness
Must be the taste of God alone.