Come, Taste the Fruits of Charity

Come, Taste the Fruit of Charity 	                          

 With charity let all my things be done
To cover up a multitude of sins.
God of all grace, My Lord, O perfect One!
Strengthen my soul before my trial begins. 

How far removed are we from the Galatian?
O senseless seed, who always fails Thy test
Of charity, concerning man and nation
God spoke:  In thee shall all nations be blessed.

Paul’s Gospel is filled with clarity
Regarding freeborn sons of Abraham
Who hangeth on the trees of clarity 
False promises made to the great “I am.”

THE CURATOR’S NOTE: This poem is a mirror held up to: The church’s failure to live out charity. The individual’s temptation to cling to prideful clarity over messy grace. The nation’s hypocrisy in denying blessing to those God already included in His covenant. It’s personal. It’s ecclesial. It’s political. And it’s quietly furious. It is the poet’s lament, wrapped in verse.