Incense

Sacred story infuses the air, winding like smoke

Things shared, vulnerable, open, a gift given

Freely into the depths of ineffable things, profound

Just as the stars dot the sky circled round

Catching the words and bringing them round 

Settling in among all the other stories told and heard

Within these walls, just as it should be, freely

Laid and bound upon the altar, just like a prayer

Just as sweet as incense in the beams, rising

To the heights unseen and mingled with all sorrow

All joy big enough for all time in the prayers 

Of the people spoken and whispered as a song