I Know What God Smells Like
I know what God smells like …
bald cypress trees in early winter,
cold, crisp mountain air,
a baby’s head freshly shampooed,
Do you ever stop to smell God?
If so, do you stop as often as you wish you would?
What a gift it is to smell,
the sense where memory resides.
Emanuel enters his world
amidst the smells of hay and dung and sheep,
of cold, crisp air.
God is with us to smell as we do, what we do.
God is with us as we smell love transformed into matter.
Praise God for the sense of smell!