Senses

The smell of breakfast as you awake in the morn,
The soft skin on a baby just a week ago born,
The sound the leaves make at a soft winds caress,
The way a young girl looks in her prom dress,

The joy in your mouth when you taste an old treat,
The way warm sand feels on the tops of your feet,
The smell of the air after a short summer rain,
The joy of a new mother riqht after births pain,

The sound of the birds as we start a new day,
The siqht of our children in the yard as they play,
The relief of the lake from the mid summers heat,
The feeling you get when the puzzles finally complete,

The tears in your eyes when a story is sad,
The tears in your eyes when you go beyond glad,
The pain in your heart when a loved one passed away,
The peace in your heart right after you pray,
 
Yes, the meaning of life is indeed quite complex.
The days can pass smoothly, or as if we were hexed.
The answers come slowly if they come at all,
And the greatest of efforts still seems very small.

The senses God gave us touch Him every day.
The senses gather data, in their own special way.
My brain gets confused, as it plots my life's chart.
My senses should have been connected right to my heart.


By AFS