Heart and hands of ash:
the remains of a life on offer
Evidence of fatted and
unblemished sacrifices
pleasant in the nostrils
satisfying to the eye
Blackening the sky
in fragrant pillars
of good intentions
wreathed in incense
Straining against gravity
to reach you, I watch
exhausted and earthbound
as the tendrils of smoke dissipate
One day emptiness
will bloom light and
beautiful and I will become airborne;
a cinder floating heavenward
to be gathered into your presence.
Divine Overtones 