All sainted and scented
in the grey alcove
I kneeled hunched
and hunkered down
White and blacked robed
a ribbon hanging crucifix
fanning the thurible fire
hot coals of the earth
and heaven’s endless echo
Silent smoke and words spoke
my heart rising
among the russet leaves falling down
I drink the waters of Meribah
witness the sign of Jonah
and climb the Zacchaeus tree
feeling the mercy strife
and uttered moans
Not of my own
but His Word
in even song