Welcome to the twenty-ninth day of our 30/30!
I can hardly believe it’s almost over. I don’t want to say goodbye.
Your prompt today is:
Maybe god tastes of
Alternatively: maybe [deity of your choice] [sense] [prep]…
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QuillsEdge Press 
On the tip of my tongue,
running along the edges inside my mouth,
taste buds for the sweet, the salty, the spicy,
hot, cold, lukewarm offerings
sending messages to the body,
chicken soup and grilled cheese sandwiches
nothing at all like dark chocolate or lemon meringue pie.
So where does the Divine fall in the mix of it?
I have to believe that every papillae is ignited –
sweet, sour, salty, bland,
the gritty and the smooth.
It must be liver and onions with a side of strawberries and whip,
pork and beans and pudding on the same plate,
Then again the taste of god may be so refined and simple
that we recognize her in the water slipping down our throat,
Life itself absent of additives.
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After Psalm 34:8
We are invited to taste and see
that the Lord is good… but not
told whether to sample manna
from another desert or the heavy
drupes of grapes alongside the
temple. Bread or berries, basics
or dessert? But to the believer
the Deity is all; like the old
Jesuit said outside the university
on that blustery summer day:
wherever you can see, He is…
new grass, new leaves, heady
flowers, each one of us, and so
I’ve believed ever since because
that day in full youth, it made
sense and I needed something
to believe in in the middle of
a segregated city with rioting
all around and no guarantees
for tomorrow. We say it (what
ever it is) tastes heavenly, and
give sly testimony to some kind
of belief, wipe are betraying lips
but feel the tingle of palate and
skip of stomach. We smell and
touch and above taste to know
our world, bite into the lemon
mint, the purple blooming chives,
first onions and new lettuces.
All of them holding promise.
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I love it – that was where I went first – Psalm 34:) I have to laugh at our similarities:):)
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