Sense of Transformation

In our time of prayer
With God to reside
We take all our senses
And set them aside

Seeking of silence
In closing of eyes
No taste or smell
Hands folding, complies

Attuning the senses
With soul now to see
Heart of compassion
Acute senses, be

An offer unto God
Transformation, find
Bestowing upon us
Senses of divine