-- Our Meager Senses --

John Herlihy

The senses wander around in pursuit of meager fare;

In striving for perfection, they offer up only a prayer.

Little orphans they are, in a world that offers them so much;

Yet they squander the unique gifts of seeing, tasting, touch.

What do we ever hear when we take little time to listen?

What do we see when we take no notice the stars glisten?

All the perfumes of Arabia carried by the wind to our nose;

A cornucopia of fruits and vegetables, yet we prefer to dose.

Our God-given instruments are there with so much to tell;

Sights, sounds and smells of beauty that resonate as a bell.

Forget not the glorious sense of touch, the handmaiden of love;

To touch and be touched in return, a sign of blessing from above.

Let us use each of our senses as they offer their unique proposal;

To smell, to taste, and to touch multiple worlds at our disposal.

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(c) John Herlihy 1 September 2019