I come to make an offering
To you,
Almighty One.
I am the incense
On the altar of your love.
Show me,
How I may be transfigured.
I offer myself
To the great flame of your love.
Let your heartfire
Leap to me
And catch me alight.
I am burning now.
My body is your incense.
I release the fragrance
That has been hidden inside,
And the smoke of my prayer
Spirals to heaven in thanksgiving.
My ashes drop to the table
And I await,
In emptiness,
For the breeze that will sweep me away
Into the service of your will.
Thank you, Great One,
For leaving nothing behind.
In my selflessness,
I wish only to leave
The memory of a fragrance.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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