How delicious you have made us, O Lord,
our crystalline inmost structure now
an essence to savor, a flung flavor
for the whole world to feast upon!
Sharp taste of salt, so familiar, so raw,
sip of the ocean, sorrow’s tears,
and sacred season on the sacrifice—
the reason your hand is pierced.
So keep us from willful blandness,
from foolishly wasting this taste
on boredom and cynicism,
on numbness and excess.
Cover image by Denny Müller.
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