If I were to describe
the sound of song;
the sound a heart
sways to when it
encounters belonging...
it would be a light rain,
a bird in first March,
a flutter of young breath,
a rainbow's luminous arch.
If I were to describe
the taste of words;
the taste my lips
linger on when they
encounter stirring...
it would be a perfect sweet,
a memory of warm cake,
a first kiss under moon,
a sunlit welcome to daybreak.
If I were to describe
the smell of Your presence;
the smell a soul
recognizes when it
confronts blessing...
it would be tender spice,
a freshly plucked fruit,
a calm before required storm,
a wave advancing in pursuit.
If I were to admit
the influence of mind;
the influence You have
over that which
is stubbornly designed...
You are the no
when a mind begs yes;
You are the yes
when a heart screams no;
You are the bread
to this body blessed;
You are the keeper
of this soul professed.