Infused by I Am, I am filled with the flavor of God.
My character and being, becoming succulent with essence.
Yahweh left unchanged, yet somehow permeated by me, perhaps
Not changing, but myself, my being, still some part of Him.
My character, wondrous but bland, brought out
Of dormancy, possibly, to bloom with Grace Essence.
Life, nay people, can now swirl me around in mouths,
Tasting profound flavor.
The bouquet that emanates, wafts into empty nooks where
Brokenness lies in disheveled heaps,
Infused by I Am.
My totality, increased of Him.
His totality, includes me, yet
His definition remains undefined,
Molecules co-permeating,
Redemption.
