My senses...

I cannot smell the wind, but it carries things that I can... I cannot see it, but if I release a colored cloud I can watch it move. I can feel it when it mightily blows. I can hear it whistle by.

My father smelled of....and I saw him in passing, I believe the wind may be more still, I felt his pats....on my head and hugs as I got older. I can hear his voice with my ears.

Lord, please appeal to my senses.... I need you now!

This far...

I am not a traveler..., this journey has not been all scenery....my knees are scrapped and I have the kiss of thirst on my lips.
But this far,
I have not come to take on the view
and I am not alone, but guided...
This far,
doesn't lend itself to regret and intangible things...
It's tangible and tasty and has a fragrance.
I have labored and cried and fought, I have strayed and extended my stay all too often in wastelands (but if you ask
me I'm ready, to do the unthinkable).
Focus
It's do better, be better, do more, be more
Because I have come this far!