Incense

I breathe my prayer unto the wind
that it might mingle with the cries
of all those before me , who seek
your solace , oh Lord of my heart
Unto the wind and into your hands
I commit my heart , that you may
look upon me with kindness
teach me , oh God of all things
I have sought your face , and found
I am wanting , what can I offer you
that you do not already possess
for I would attend upon you
if only I knew how.
I can only prostrate myself before you
for none is worthy but one
I would look upon your face
but the clarity of your countenance
scours all before you and you have
already seen what I am
I am clay and offal
Scour and mold me to your likeness