Gift of the Magi in worship of their King;
trees from Arabia offer resin resembling stone⎯
rigid, resistant to change …apparently.
One would think that pouring these pieces of earth onto hot coals,
the fire would go out.
But no. The rocks melt into fire, into air,
sending sizzling sweet-smelling smoke heavenward,
those present ascending to spaces beyond the pull of earth.
Temperaments, moods, dispositions emanate from us either as incense
inviting to worship lifting others up, or
as black smoke from which the other must flee.
Sit. Drop onto the hot coals of the Lord’s love for you.
Let go of what is rigid and rock-resistant within.
Blend your incense with the Word of life both swirling heavenward.
Rise. The day is fragrant because you have been transformed by fire.
Alphabytes are object meditations
that move through the alphabet two times
in the course of the fifty-two weeks in the year.
“Frankincense” introduces Epiphany Week:
winter in the north, summer in the south.
To view all of them, see the menu option Alphabytes