The Fragrance of God

I have no burnt offerings, 

nor fragrant incense to offer –

Yet I will praise you,

God in highest heaven,

for the joy of the gift of smell.

The tantalising aroma

of fresh coffee beans

that presages 

a heart-lifting brew.

The apple-ripe scent 

of yeast

and the warm smell

of fresh baked bread.

The fragrance of strawberries 

perfectly captured

in the jam,

as a delight all year round.

The complex layers

of red wine,

hints of berries and spice,

intoxicating my nose.

The sweet perfume of honeysuckle

and rose,

when I peer into the heart 

of each delicate bloom.

The smell of the river,

with muted undertones 

of weed and mud,

floats along on the breeze.

The musk of the stag

as the rut begins;

and the tang

of autumn’s decaying leaves.

Thanks be to you, Our God,

for such fragrant offerings

that lift heart and soul

in endless praise.

Author: Judith Russenberger

Environmentalist and theologian, with husband and three grown up children plus one cat, living in London SW14. I enjoy running and drinking coffee - ideally with a friend or a book.

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