Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A bowl and a harp

the smoke dances whisper white
curling and swaying like a belly dancer,
intimate and hovering.
the smell is heady and strong,
the heat rising in my throat
as incense burns ash-long.
the golden bowl collecting these prayers
gleams metallic-
a place to go, to whisper, to groan-
and a new song is sung
because He was worthy
and slain;
we become kings and priests
to serve our God
as he inhales the fragrant aroma of our prayers.
life exhales as worship:
glory to the Lamb!


a poetic paraphrase of revelation 5 for emily's imperfect prose

18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

really love those last couple lines where you draw on the inhaling and exhaling because that is how i often see it...very nice...

Wandering On Purpose said...

The beginning completely captured my attention. How I wish my worship incorporated more senses than just sound.

ELK said...

i relish the image of golden bowls collecting prayers.. very comforting

Hyacynth said...

This poem was so very lovely. Oh, that my worship would be a fragrant smell to Him.

emily wierenga said...

and a new song was sung... because He was worthy... amen!!!

Kim Hyland said...

This poem awakens my senses and widens my concept of prayer. I love "as he inhales the fragrant aroma of our prayers. life exhales as worship:" Thank you, Misty.

amy said...

this is so awesome misty.

keLi said...

to whisper. to groan. yes. such a great reminder that he does not require our polished words.

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Leslie said...

I, too, love the images you invoke here. My prayers, my words inexpressible, Spirit helped to Him who inhales them and breathes out life.

Thank you.

Claudia said...

isn't it great he INHALES our prayers - wow - just thinking about it makes me swoon - thanks for reminding us with your beautiful poem

Rachel said...

Beautiful!

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Linda said...

Your words create such a beautiful picture Misty. It is an amazing truth, that the Father delights to hear our prayers.

joanny said...

Beautiful prose love how you use inhale and exhale, for through the breath we were given life and through the last breath and exhale you go back to the one who created us.

Lovely,
Joanny

emmalynn said...

such a poem of praise. beautiful

deb said...

Misty..this is breathtaking.

I love how you make beauty from broken, living your story into love and strong and true

Bethany Ann said...

how could He delight in our praises? (the same way we delight to hear our children's "please" and "thank-you", i suppose) it just totally blows my mind.