by Chuck Maddock

Created on: June 14, 2010

Looking for God, use your senses well

Stand in awe of what they tell

Existing rare in sheltered berth

A planet blue, God called Earth

Smell the flowers in a field well kept

Smell the morning air after clouds have wept

Be appraised of sweet aromas from bakery raised

Smell a lawn mowed in early dawn

Hear the sound of honking geese

As from winter they release

Hear the choir at Sunday church

Hear the song birds from thier perch

Taste a newly ripened pear

Or a peach freshly pared

Taste the bread from an oven warm

Taste the honey from a bee's swarm

Feel the heartbeat when baby born

Feel the love that time has worn

Feel the emotion that God has granted

Feel the pride that you have planted

See the beauty earthy bound

Lurking far and all around

See the mountains crusted white

Haloed in a moon lit night

Now you have found

That God is all around

For no man could create

What God has given to relate

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