When weariness draws dreamland nigh
Going through motions, relaxed sighs
Tiny match light touches incense
Thin snaking smoke of varied scents lazily rise
Powdered sticks, olfactory joy
of roses, lilacs, sweetly coy;
some heavy sage or pink vervain,
their tendrils rising just the same — heaven’s deploy.
Nightly rituals, prayers said
Aroma blanket cushions bed
It asks little but gives so much
Humble protection with its touch vanquishes dread.
Gina is the hostess at dverse this evening. She has asked us to consider the ordinary things in our lives that, “present themselves to make our lives a little easier and a lot happier.” An ordinary thing that has done just that for me has been incense. It makes sleep arrive swiftly, knowing it willingly gives itself to my protection, both awake and in the dreamworld.
I offer today a 3-stanza florette in honor of humble incense.
I’m also linking this to earthweal’s Open Link Weekend.