Six Senses -  January 11, 2024

Cotton ball clouds on a background of blue,

Silver-white streaks of sun soaking through,

Bright yellow daffies on stems rising high,

These are all things that enchant the eye.

The trickle and burble of bubbling streams,

Like the sparkling and jingling of God’s tambourines.

A mild zephyr rustling the leaves in the trees.

What could please the ear more than these?

The heavenly softness of a young rabbit’s fur,

The warmth of a duvet when feeling quite “brrr”,

And who could deny the endorphin rush

Of the pure simple pleasure of the human touch?

The sweetness and tartness a strawberry brings,

A perfect filet mignon, how it sings!

The original drink, water, so pure and cold,

Such tastes must be lauded, they must be extolled.

A whiff of hot bread when the oven's ajar,

The sharp scent of pine needles unlocked from afar,

A hint of the lilac, a wink of a rose,

Are teasers and pleasers that uplift the nose.

Sight and sound, touch, taste and smell,

God has indeed blessed us so well.

But the blessings that rise above them all,

Are the memories of you and the love I recall,