A heavy heart for many dear ones tonight. I’m weighed down by burdens.
Those who find themselves in a place of despair.
As chemical warfare parades a dark dance through the mind.
Vicious suffocation. Veiled isolation.
I cry for you in and out of your depth.
Wordless groans. Silent sighs.
Truth arrives quickly and turns this burdened heart to a burning heart.
And from this burning, incense can only rise upwards to heaven.
Reaching the golden bowls.
Swirling, filling, spilling.
A fragrant offering before God.
Those groans and sighs?
I know you experience them too.
They reach the golden bowls of heaven.
And as those bowls are filled.
After days, weeks, months, years of prayers. Of sighs. Of groans.
They finally tip, brimming.
That is the prayer from this burning heart tonight and tomorrow…and the next day.
Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.
Each had a harp and each had a bowl, a gold bowl filled with incense, the prayers of God’s holy people.