Heightened Senses

a poem about aging

Photo by Danie Franco on Unsplash

Let my eyes grow dim with age

And still, You’ll be my clear vision.

Let my eardrums cease to sound

And still, will I know Your voice.

Let my tongue savor no tastes

And still, will I relish Your words.

May my mind grow dull and confused

And still, will You my thoughts orbit.

May my fingers lose their strength

And still, will my grasp on you grow.

May every smell become to me foul

And still, will I scent my true home.

May the warmth of my blood turn cold

Yet still, will Your spirit in me burn.