Coffee, gardenias, good soap,
Fresh baked lemon pound cake,
And all the ideas I can’t hold in my head at once.
It smells like grace and absolute truth
With a hint of White Shoulders laced Grandmommy hugs
And Nanny’s butter roll cooking on Sunday afternoons.
It smells like redemption, reunion,
God-breathed life, joy, and laughter –
Without the hints of decay nothing on earth can escape.
What does heaven smell like?
Chocolate, puppy breath, strawberries,
Freshly cut grass,
And all the pure love my heart can’t begin to fathom.
Mabbat 