Honey
Sometimes you just have to wax ecstatic in a medieval-mystic kind of way.
My savior's breath is sweeter far than honey, and when I drink of him I thirst for more. I taste, and see his manna all around me; his gifts fill all the world as sands the shore. I drink of him, and I am filled with honey; I am a lion sweetened by the bees, a hive in highest summer, river running, for I am his, and he—he is for me. I eat of him, and all I taste is honey though I know well the flesh that lies beneath, and more than sweet, his love is all my comfort. I will lose all, yet more will he bequeathe. I hunger still: Give me more, sweet, more honey, and all you give will never be enough to quench the longing you have laid upon me for all you are, my Lord, for love, for love.
drop of honey just waiting for someone to photograph it. By Dino Giordano - Honey, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=35024421
This is so beautiful! I absolutely love Biblical allusions, especially when they are brief and obscure. The honey in the lamb that Samson killed is such an interesting image... it's typically surrounded by the sin of how Samson deceived his parents, making this image even more striking here.
Also, the fact that Christ's breath is "sweeter far than honey," relating to both Psalm 19 and Psalm 119 (Mem) depictions of the word of God. Christ is the Word of God, he speaks with a double-edged sword (Revelation). A word that is a sword to his enemies is honey to his people.
And lastly, "a hive in highest summer" is just a winner of a line. I love those sounds.
Well done and thank you; I'd be very proud of this poem.
Oh my....... I think this is the loveliest poem I've read in a looooong time. Thank you for this.