-- Though My Senses Fail -–

John Herlihy

Though my senses flounder and fail,

To see the Unseen drives the wind of my sail.

Though my eyes be transparent and blind,

Inner light a color of another kind.

Though my tongue be tied in knots firm and tight,

When unraveled, I will speak forthright.

Though my sense of touch only surface deep,

The Divine Hand will offer the depths of all I seek.

Though I taste the bitter gall of life’s trial,

Every burden I will bear with a smile.

Though I listen intently, but rarely do I hear,

All the mystery sung softly into my deaf ear.

Though I sense a host of noxious smells,

Lurking in corners of the world no one tells.

The perfume of the paradise is what I seek,

To fill to overflowing a world that is bleak.

Though my efforts bear the marks of falsehood,

I will look beyond my ego as I should.

Though my love bears the mark of sincerity,

It still must reach the heart of verity.

Though my senses flounder and fail,

I will never openly my true destiny bewail.

May I see with the inner eye, listen with the inner ear,

Taste all the emotion encased within a single tear.

Though my senses flounder and fail,

I will pursue my hidden purpose and never fail.

May I smell the perfumes of Arabia in one final breath,

May I lift the veil of mystery in the hour of my death.

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(c) John Herlihy 3 January 2019