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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Chocolate tastes sweet, creamy, and rich,
Slightly bitter, nutty, waxy, earthy, melty.
At least, that's how it tastes in words.
But that is so incomplete.
The real flavor of chocolate
is incomparably beyond the sum
of the words used to describe it.
Words don't do justice to some things.
...
There exists a numinous experience,
Though I'm not sure what that means.
To be bound by divine presence in transcendent ecstasy,
To feel the holy exuberance of facing celestial mystery,
To be filled with the Spirit and exult in its Glory,
To "witness His Majesty".
I don't think words capture its power.
This is a feeling that changes lives.
Not that I'm one who really understands.
Hearing how it is in words
is the closest I've ever gotten.
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by Turtle Shell
One of November 16's "What it is like in words" poems.
Slightly bitter, nutty, waxy, earthy, melty.
At least, that's how it tastes in words.
But that is so incomplete.
The real flavor of chocolate
is incomparably beyond the sum
of the words used to describe it.
Words don't do justice to some things.
...
There exists a numinous experience,
Though I'm not sure what that means.
To be bound by divine presence in transcendent ecstasy,
To feel the holy exuberance of facing celestial mystery,
To be filled with the Spirit and exult in its Glory,
To "witness His Majesty".
I don't think words capture its power.
This is a feeling that changes lives.
Not that I'm one who really understands.
Hearing how it is in words
is the closest I've ever gotten.
------------------------------
by Turtle Shell
One of November 16's "What it is like in words" poems.
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This poem is about religious ecstasy. If this subject interests you the word numinous might be worth looking up if you don't already know it.
The imprecise quote in the poem is taken from an essay by Max Lucado called Eyewitnesses of His Majesty in which he explains in part what it means to be a Christian, and thus, by extension, what I'm missing by not being one.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_ecstasy
http://www.globalperspectives.info/our-perspective-blog/1732-eyewitnesses-of-his-majesty-by-max-lucado
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