Sensate

 

I hope you hear me, God

Beneath the words

Not that they don’t matter,

Because they do

And there is accountability for

Them

But in grace there is a filter

Not in people

But in the perfection of

Your senses

And your astounding biases toward love

 

While I cannot expect forgiveness

From the world,

I can count on you

Not for escape from responsibility

But for a way to learn

To keep it

And to live it

 

My soul’s protection does not have to be

On the line

Or if it is, not paramount

There are your ensuring promises

But there is the day-to-day,

My life on this side

I am not kept out like

The match girl,

Though I might share her fate one day

Yet I think you will open me

To bring me in

Where are warmth and companionship

Sustenance from heaven’s hand

 

Give me a chance

To hear and then to act

With those of us who

Wait for you

One way and the other

 

C L Couch

 

 

Melissa McCracken paints what she hears with Synesthesia while listening to music

https://www.reddit.com/r/woahdude/comments/9npvyc/melissa_mccracken_paints_what_she_hears_with/