Incense

The smoke rises,
  the smell comes,
A rich offering,
  prayers ascending.
Like vapor they go,
  up and out,
Disappearing into
  the mystery beyond.
Yet we make our
  petitions, sweetly,
Let them go on the tide.
    with sighs to deep,
And love embraced,
  held and let go,
Into a heavenly hand,
  forever.