Poem, scents and swords

I woke up one night and thought to pray. As I did, I "saw" my prayers ascending like incense and then felt that the prayers rising as incense was also swords doing warfare heavenward. This poem comes out of that experience:


scents and swords

her ardent murmurs
waft upward
a sweet perfume
smoky dance
mingling with the wind
scenting the heavens
with delightful aroma

his cries and tears
ascend violently
a riotous clamor
of clashing metal
ricochet off the
throne room’s chambers
creating a musical cacophony
of riotous warfare
in the heavens

The Father smiles
as He receives the heart’s offerings
The Son dances with fervor
sweat dripping like blood
mingling with the scents and swords
The Spirit adds her heavenly aroma,
power, strength and majestic music
to the tender thunder
of human voices

heaven is moved
as power gathers, swirls, unites
favor multiplies
love overflows
descending earthward
a grace filled cascade
careening downward
enveloping his beloved
transforming their world
with heaven’s response