Senses (a poem)

 Observation Facts

 Even though there’s plenty to see all around us-

Things that bring fear, despair, and confusion,

There is something happening that we can see,

But not with our eyes:

Something that shows us events happening behind the scenes.

 Even though there’s plenty to hear in this world-

Things that invoke hatred, selfishness, and discrimination,

There are things going on around us that we can hear,

But not with our ears:

Things that tell us a shift is taking place.

 Even though there’s plenty to smell during these times-

Scents of smoke, chemicals, and gun powder,

There is an aroma rising that we can smell,

But not with our noses:

An aroma of things to come.

 Even though there’s plenty to taste in this world-

Tastes of dirty water, dry rice, and dust,

There is something that we can taste,

But not with our tongues:

A taste of expectation and mystery.

 Even though there is much to touch and feel around us-

Skin, metal, earth, plastic, and pain,

There is something that we can touch,

But not with our fingers:

Something that feels so real, yet so unfamiliar.

 War, hurricanes, terrorism, tsunamis, genocide, earthquakes, intolerance, global climate changes, poverty, famine, crime, disease, pollution, extinction, Big Brother, volcanic eruptions, moral confusion-

These are all things that we can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch.

They are all very real, very now, very felt- to our core.

 These things are happening alright!

But they are only signs,

Only consequences,

Only pains of what’s to come…

 Her-

 I look at her.

She is beautiful.

Every curve of her body peaks with promise!

The way she was taken advantage of-

It was disgusting, it was cruel, and it was- unthinkable.

 So ironic, that the very thing that defiled her-

Now brings her so much hope, so much expectation.

This expectation has grown so much within her that-

That now her abdomen is stretched to its limit.

This hope is so large now- What a lovely Child she will bare!

 Her breasts are swollen with nourishment for her unborn Child.

Every once in a while, I can see her begin to lactate-

Just a small glimpse of what’s to come.

She’s not as active as she used to be for the Child comes soon.

But she still maintains the beauty of her youth- After all that she’s gone through.

 Her labor pains began so soon.

But there are parts of her body, and the child’s, which are not yet ready.

The contractions have always been heavy, always been strong.

But never this strong- never like this.

She is fully dilated now, but her child waits…waits.

 She is in a hospital, filled with doctors.

But each one has misdiagnosed her.

They try to cure her of something that is inevitable.

Not one of them knows that she carries a Child.

There are far too many doctors, but not enough midwives in this hospital.

 Her pain causes her to groan.

So agonizingly, that every part of her longs for relief.

So loud now, that all can hear her.

From the top of her head to the soles of her feet-

She feels, she sees, she knows the pain.

 All that she’s been through-

From her beginning to now:

She is still good in His sight.

She is still beautiful.

She will soon be clothed, once again, in white.

 Waiting