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Did you hear the music of voices today?

My husband encouraged me this morning when I arose, with loving words. Yes, like music to my ears. A telephone call from a friend, her words like an unexpected song on the air. Laughing children sound like a chorus, as they happily play outside. I thank God for my sense of hearing.

Springtime is bursting forth. My eyes daily search branches to watch for the first buds. As a writer, just the thought of not being able to see the things I write about leaves me with dread. When I am absent from my family or friends most of all I miss looking into their eyes. One of my grandsons has hazel eyes, exactly like mine. I always remind him, “The eyes have it.” (Yes, I know, I know, that coined phrase really means “The ayes—versus the nays--have it”—such as in an English courtroom.) I thank God for my sense of sight.

To pet a purring cat gives me comfort. I enjoy running my hand over a bath towel, fresh from the clothes dryer, as I fold it for the linen closet. To touch my husband’s hand or have him place his hand around my waist provides a sense of security for me. We are together and I am taken care of. I thank God for my sense of touch.


Could I possibly enjoy eating if it were not for that physical aspect called taste buds? Have you ever been ill and did not feel like eating? It would be a tough thing to force myself to eat every meal in order to live. Good food tastefully prepared is a gift of taste but also of smell. In fact, it is the smell of the food, raw (such as fresh pineapple) or in the cooking process (such as spaghetti sauce), that often initiates the feeling of hunger. I thank God for my sense of taste.

Smell itself covers a gamut from the fragrance of a fresh-bloomed rose, to the obnoxious smell of an upset skunk! Or from the sweet smell of a baby powdered with talc, to the angst smell of death. There are reasons that humans possess those extremes—for pleasure and for protection. I thank God for another sense—of smell.

Though she lost her sense of sight and hearing early in life, Helen Keller, put it well for those of us who take our senses for granted, “Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be struck blind: Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird as if you would be struck deaf. Touch each object, as if tomorrow your sense of touch would fail—smell perfume of flower, taste with relish each morsel as if tomorrow you could never  smell or taste again.”

Some who are reading this may have lost some senses. Perhaps they would be the first to admonish, “Have you told Jesus lately, ‘Thank you for my senses?’”

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