“Incense-itive” (Revelation 8:3-4)[Reflections On Book The The Book Of Revelation "H" Rev. 8:3-4]
My grandpa was Incence-itive;
Poetic leanings lacked above
All else, though concept-rich indeed;
Rode off on T-R’s thought-full steed.Professor he, a Dean of sorts –
Theology – though lots made sport
Of intellect when that way drawn;
Faith-based it was; not right or wrong.Incense he had no use for, but
For me, the Rez of pipes and snuff,
With moose-hide, tanned to golden brown
With brains and smoke, was scent around.So incense with that corporate prayer
Was moccasins, and pungent air
Of worship-days in mother’s arms;
Deep Spirit-felt, there, safe from harm.We sang “Safe in the Savior’s arms,”
While nursing there, unlike the farms
Of cows who made such formula
For boomer peers – hallelujah!Now, when I smell wood-smoke from North,
Reminds me of the Savior’s worth;
Such deep abiding reference-notes
Of church, dog teams, and freighting boats.So here, in Revelation’s line,
I smile as “Incense-prayers”, like mine
Are spoken of – for memory –
Locks strongest if strong scents there be.Incense-itive most Baptists are –
“Such Popish customs” lie so far
From reach, and yet here in this tome,
John notes incense can draw us home.Dear Lord, I thank You for the scents
Of smell; though first to fade, lost sense
Flags loss of memory – when plaque
Plugs up our minds, first takes us back –Into the mists of time, so sad;
A while remember what we had;
And then it too all fades away;
Incense-itive we then will stay.Thanks Lord for this.
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