Coming to My Senses
Just a sense of balance
And one of self worth
A sense of awesome wonder
For the creatures of the earth.
A full sense of humor and
Of well-being, too, and
A sense of contentment
For doing what I do.
A good sense of smell
Of color and of light
A sense of well-being
To see me through the night.
At times a sense of sadness
Of loss and of dismay
Which we all go through
With others on the way.
A sense of proper balance
A sense of judgment, too,
And a sense of community
To see us all the way through.
A sense of redemption
And one of the Spirit and of trust
With us now and forever
In the whole wide universe.
Dan Verner
August 28, 2015
Biscuit City 
Your best poem ever! This is so beautiful. I had to read it multiple times immediately and appreciated it anew each time.
Thank you, Nancy! It started out as a few words per line (A sense of/Balance/Of self worth…) but seemed to need a longer line. The rhyme just came to me. I appreciate your kind comment.
Peaceful, serene poem. Lovely
Thank you!