Tastings

vagrant on phone

Calling Home


I have tasted the tears of poverty, and
I have tasted the bile of my stomach.
I have tasted the street and her captured folk,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted unemployment, and
I have tasted an uncompassionate system by the numbers.
I have tasted employment and her slavery,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted love, and
I have tasted hate,
I have tasted infidelity and her offspring,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted loneliness, and
I have tasted crowds.
I have tasted peer pressure and her seductive ways
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted theological debate, and
I have tasted a crisis of faith.
I have tasted academia and her captured folk,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have taste religion, and
I have tasted spirituality,
I have tasted the church and self-righteous brood,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted wealth, and
I have tasted a crisis of want.
I have tasted economics and her captured folk,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted the tears of creation in pain, and
I have tasted the sickness of pollution.
I have tasted the environment and her rape,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.

I have tasted the dark stained dirt, and
I have tasted the oily water.
I have tasted creation and her aborted child,
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement.
I have tasted alienation and disenfranchisement, and
I have tasted the vomit of a world polluted.
Still—I have tasted reconciliation,
I have tasted Christ.

© Frank A. Mills, 2003
“Tastings” was written as a reflection of my experiences over the years.

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