21 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 086 Smoldering incense
Smoldering incense, perfumes the darkness, murmured chanting, ripples across the silence
where offerings, of the faithful spread the roots, which actually hold the stones in place
Shadows dance, to the rhythms of the candles, living today’s memories, of yesterday’s prayer
Merit, for the lives yet to come
