Everytime I eat
My food is placed
Within my mouth.
I taste.
Everytime I listen
Sounds from life
Is transmitted through my ears.
I hear.
Everytime objects are sighted
And are Opitcally transformed
Through these eyes.
I see.
Everytime aroma floats on air
Odor becomes a fragrance
With this nose.
I smell.
Everything I feel
With hands of my heart
Indicates within my soul.
I've been touched.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-first-five-blessings/
