Prayer

I strike the match,
Engage my heart,
Ignite the blade,
The veil, it parts.

Sweetgrass aglow,
I search for word.
Like rising smoke,
My prayers are heard.

Aroma drifts,
His bowls we fill,
With burning hearts...
He has His will.

To knees we fall,
The Lamb...was slain!
Our cups are full.
There is no stain.