by john k zimmerman
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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FALSE DAWN Inversion STORM HARBOUR SEAL M.V.Promethesus
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The match flares.
Bright flame touched to the wick,
the candle springs to light.
The smells of burning,
wood and sulphur,
wax and string, rise up.
The smoke of offering
reaching from me to
all loving, selfless dark, that
calls me to stillness and
to knowledge, and to union.
The odour of the incense
of match and candle
wafts away, borne
by an agency we cannot see.
There is naught but me
and the darkness
until in time or out
there is only the Dark.
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Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson 10/28/2008
Exceptionally well done, John. Thanks.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 10/25/2008
I just burned Nag Champa incense to get rid of the smell of a skunk coming in from outside...love incense, ed
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/25/2008
Well written and yes I have a memory or two of incense in the church but for me it always seemed to be more pagaism inclined as compared to the beauty of all the flickering candles.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 10/25/2008
But there is Light in these fragrant lines: well done, John. I love incense. Perhaps it started being that I grew up Catholic and remembered the incense in church ... there was hope, there. Also, candles, always light to dispell the darkness. Have plenty of both. :) Adding to library, thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.