This is a poem I wrote when I was feeling down and grey, like the weather. I began to consider my blessings and God led me to think about the senses which He has given as a gift to His creation. May it help you to be aware of your senses in the coming days. God bless you.

 Heavenly Father,
 The sky today is grey and heavy
 With rain clouds threatening
 To fall and drench the thirsty earth
 With your life-giving gift of rain.
 The grass and shrubs look so green
 And full of life after the winter’s
 Dreary time of dust and shades of brown.
 The colours are so lovely.
 Yellows, blues and reds and everywhere
 The beautiful greens in all their hues.
  
 In the early evening the jasmine
 Gives off its heady scent
 And the red rose in our garden
 Smells so sweet at any time of day.
 I always try to stop and smell a bloom
 Whenever I pass by, however busy
 My life may seem to be.
 The smell of rain drifts gently 
 On the wind - and is that – yes,
 It must be the delicious waft of
 Frying onions from our neighbour’s home!
  
 I can almost taste that smell
 And my imaginings bring memories
 Of many sumptuous meals and
 Glorious tastes of times shared
 With friends and family o’er the years.
 Beef on the spit in an England street;
 Turkey in the heat of a South African sun;
 And also as a child in rooms warmed
 By a roaring fire - our wedding feast
 And christening cakes - all filled with
 Flavours and with memories.
  
 And then the gift of touch
 A mother’s soft caress received and given
 The gentle touch of husband when alone
 The touch of eyes, across a crowded room,
 The reaching for a friend,
 The velvet of a rose petal and
 The lick of a loving dog - all say
 I love you - the touch of letters
 Sent across the miles when actual touch
 Cannot be expressed and yet
 The need is there.
  
 At dawn I wake to praise You, Lord
 Together with the songs of praise
 Chorused ecstatically by the humble birds.
 My soul thrills at the glory
 Of a symphony, the laughter
 Of a child, the cry of a new born baby.
 The voice that says I love you,
 The words read from the Bible,
 And also at the sound of Your dear voice
 That still small voice of calm
 Which is not so much a gift of hearing
 As of listening.