Transmission Received

Oh, that words could express

all that our senses receive.

And ever so much our senses

pick-up our minds do not perceive

The blue of the sky,

received by the eye:

The smell of the rose

grabbed by the nose:

Those footsteps so near,

told by the ear:

Our taste to savor

every different flavor:

Our own thoughts within.

Ah!-My own thoughts within!

I might as well be dear and blind

without my mind!

All messages transmitted must be received.

And by our receptive minds perceived.

All things are constantly demanding

the interpretation of understanding.

And then this thought

in my mind commences....

What wonders lie beyond our senses?

What glories are to us a waste,

because they cannot be perceived

by touch, sound, smell, sight or taste?

by

Elaine J. Roark

11-1988