Looking deeply into my lover's eyes
the firelight, seductive
                                            ….not for the sight but for the passion

Listening to the laughter of my little ones
their echoing music, delightful
                                         ….not for the sound but for the joy

Consuming life’s offerings, bitter and sweet
hungry for more rich and complex flavors
                                          ….not for the taste but for the wisdom

Inhaling the heady aroma of honeysuckle
the delicate  fragrance, enchanting
                                        ….not for the scent but for the serenity

Caressing my dying mother’s face
her skin soft as a newborn's 's cheek
                                       ….not for the touch but for the wonder of life

God’s beauty is felt by a loving heart
and reflected in a gentle soul
                                        ….not just the senses’ perception