Light the incense.
As the smokey vapours rise,
may they carry all our prayers
into the otherworld.
Let the hundred candles shine,
illuminating and banishing
our dark night,
in this early morning
transitory light.
Scatter the petals of aging blooms,
making a carpet on which to kneel,
and pray the prayer
you feel.
When you are ready,
sound the bell
one clear and solitary ring.
As our chants begin,
we meditate
on what we have to bring.
May the All That Is accept
our most imperfect
offering.
One from 2012, my friends, to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, fine reading every Sunday morning. I thought we might need to revisit some light and some peace, in this moment. Smiles.
Oh, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is so perfect, Sherry. Just what we need. I'm going to burn them now --- candles and incense. Apple cinnamon and vanilla.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem! And a big yes to the sentiments expressed. Yes, I too will take time to do this today.
ReplyDeleteMay she accept it indeed, as sweetly and of use as the scattered petals for the poet's knees! I will take this into my prayer.
ReplyDeleteI think whatever offering we have will be accepted. There is NO imperfect offering. When that bell sounds, it will be loud and clear, I am sure.
ReplyDeleteImperfect offerings... that is perfect!
ReplyDeleteZen!
ReplyDeleteI am an incense burner, I use it in my quiet moments, and love the lines:L
ReplyDelete'As the smokey vapours rise,
may they carry all our prayers
into the otherworld'.
I also love candles, have lots of scented ones about the house, so the hundred candles 'illuminating and banishing
our dark night' appeals to me, as do bells! I especially love the 'most imperfect offering', so honest.
The act of giving is so important, but should never be boasted about, leave that to the millionaires who give just for a tax concession.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly gorgeous!💞 Especially love; "As the smokey vapours rise, may they carry all our prayers into the otherworld."💞
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful prayer, Sherry. Loved this bit: "Scatter the petals of aging blooms,/making a carpet on which to kneel".
ReplyDeleteYes, we come with imperfect offerings, but somehow they are enough. Amen.
ReplyDeleteI want to write this one down so that I can use this as a prayer. Love it Sherry.
ReplyDeleteReading this poem feels like exhaling. I usually don't care for guided meditation, or anything that sounds like it, but... this piece feels exactly like that, and I love it.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I just went to church, one that resonates for me.
ReplyDeleteLuv the juxtaposition of aging blooms to kneel while imperfect offerings rise
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today. Looking forward to Monday's feature
Much💛❤💛love
I feel like burning some incense now... we all need some calm
ReplyDeletelove this! very enjoyable! (Jim Tee)
ReplyDeleteA welcome invitation to breathe these lines in and accept and offer the imperfect as beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteWe are all of us broken in some way, not one of us is perfect. And in our own way, we each if us is beautiful
ReplyDeleteAmen.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sherry.
ZQ
Beautiful. Prayers rising like incense...that's the image I get.
ReplyDeleteExquisite … and in its lovely simplicity … clarity and a purity of being - that is spiritual and transcendent.
ReplyDelete"As the smokey vapours rise,
ReplyDeletemay they carry all our prayers
into the otherworld.
Let the hundred candles shine,
illuminating and banishing
our dark night,
in this early morning
transitory light."
This is profoundly beautiful and fills me with a sense of peace.
May the All That Is accept
ReplyDeleteour most imperfect
offering.
If we are willing to sacrifice our time for the general good then the least one would expect is for them to accept it in all sincerity despite something might be lacking.
Hank
this is a beautiful prayer, Sherry.
ReplyDeletewhatever cultures we are from, may we pray for a better world.
Yes, we seek peace, and it is not always to be found. Good to remember it from another day. xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeletelovely, Sherry ~
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