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Sensing God

October 27, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

I see God
in golden spotlight
of morning stage
with pink and lavender
curtains billowed.

I hear God
in feathered symphony
and leafy whispers
of Spirit breath
within my ear.

I smell God
in golden crisp
of autumn wrapped
with subtle scent
of smoke and damp.

I feel God
in warmth of
sunshine on my cheek
and fluttered wing
within my heart.

I taste God
in Word that drips
with honey sweet
and hint of jasmine
flavored tea.

I sense God
around and in
and over all
in my temple
in the yard.

Linking today with others who see poetically at One Shot Wednesday.

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  1. Michelle DeRusha says

    October 27, 2010 at 10:31 pm

    I love this Sandra.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:24 pm

      šŸ˜€ Thanks.

  2. brian says

    October 27, 2010 at 10:47 pm

    a very sense pleasing poem…and in all those things…God…and in all things as well. smiles.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:25 pm

      Smiles back. šŸ™‚

  3. nance nAncY nanc heyyou davisbaby says

    October 27, 2010 at 11:08 pm

    i agree with brian, sense pleasing.
    also, many beautiful words.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:26 pm

      Thanks, Nancy.

  4. Lainie Gallagher says

    October 27, 2010 at 11:17 pm

    Really a wonderful poem. I’m not typically a poetry gal, but this is really beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:28 pm

      Lainie! I’ve been missing you. I need to come “visit.”

      And thanks.

  5. Katherine says

    October 27, 2010 at 11:59 pm

    in golden crisp
    of autumn wrapped
    with subtle scent
    of smoke and damp.

    liked this visual best.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:29 pm

      Thanks, Katherine!

  6. Beth Herring says

    October 28, 2010 at 12:35 am

    oh, yes – i love this! such a fabulous post!

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:30 pm

      Thanks so much, Beth.

  7. S. Etole says

    October 28, 2010 at 1:00 am

    feeling the beauty of this …

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:30 pm

      šŸ™‚

  8. Melissa Campbell says

    October 28, 2010 at 1:45 am

    To know God experientially (yada), not just with head-knowledge, but spirit to Spirit, heart to heart, and with all of our senses–I love your poem and pictures!

    I asked God once, what David meant when he said, “Your words are sweet to my taste, sweeter than honey…” and He told to get a spoon and our honey jar, and taste and see. So I did, and began a journey of learning of getting know God intimately with my spiritual senses. And I have discovered He is everywhere, and in so many here in blog-land–the Fairest of 10,000!

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. Blessings on your journey!

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:31 pm

      I love that, Melissa. In fact, I think I need to go have a spoonful of honey right now. Blessings on your journey as well.

  9. Shashi says

    October 28, 2010 at 4:21 am

    Nice way you have created the all prevaling sense of God.. all around you… experiencing it all with all one’s sensees…. I enjoyed reading this one Sandra…thanks for sharing..

    ą„ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:32 pm

      Thanks, Shashi.

  10. Michael says

    October 28, 2010 at 6:27 am

    This is beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:32 pm

      Thanks, Michael. šŸ™‚

  11. Terri Tffany says

    October 28, 2010 at 8:19 am

    You have captured all the senses wonderfully in this post. Have a great day!

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:33 pm

      Thanks, Terri. Have a great weekend!

  12. jeff jordan says

    October 28, 2010 at 9:06 am

    Beautiful imagery, Sandy. I liked this the best:

    “I smell God
    in golden crisp
    of autumn wrapped
    with subtle scent
    of smoke and damp.”

    I could smell it too…

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:34 pm

      There’s just something about fireplace smoke in autumn. Thanks, Jeff.

  13. HisFireFly says

    October 28, 2010 at 10:11 am

    Beautiful. Continue to take Him in with every sense which with He gifted you.

    He is there.. everywhere.

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 3:36 pm

      Sometimes it’s a matter of sitting still and turning the senses on, isn’t it?

  14. Leslie Moon says

    October 29, 2010 at 9:57 pm

    That golden glow carries itself through the poem – reflecting God and then also you see Him in the simplicity of an average day

    thanks Sandra for sharing this beautiful poem with One Shot

    Moon smiles and have a great weekend end

    • Sandra says

      October 29, 2010 at 10:08 pm

      Thanks so much, Leslie.

  15. Anne Lang Bundy says

    November 11, 2010 at 12:07 pm

    There are so many reasons I’ve long loved autumn. You managed to capture so many of them here, in a manner which quickens my soul to the beauty of my Creator in His creation.

  16. rebecca says

    October 23, 2011 at 10:11 am

    in the fire and dampness…such a lovely picture for my minds eye.
    wonderful amazing words this morning.
    rebecca

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