Monday, April 11, 2011


The sweet smell of incense,
A purpose does it serve?
Awaken the senses to prayer.
Force out the serenity.

Will it dame my mind
Enough to entrance it
Sufficient to coerce me
To break out into piety.

The fragrant fumes billowing,
Incenses me into deference,
Spirituality zealously guarded,
I lose myself in a stupor.