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23 September 2011

Holy Smoke

When Words Are Not Enough
I kindle my fire

ignite my coals 
and watch the sparks fly heavenwards

I pile the pebbles of frankincense
overlaid with grains of myrrh

The first puff
spirals up and out
I inhale

My prayer sits before me
praying with me
praying for me
praying through me

The smoke has its own vocabulary
the scent its own grammar

Together we pray

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