Smudge

My conviction wavers at times
but this tobacco I have in my hand
emanates, reverberates blessings
and I feel it deep within my soul.
It reassures me, I smile and then
I begin my prayer.
Abalone shell billowing of smoke
from the prayer of sage.
Watch the smoke drift and wrap
itself around my need for solace,
serenity, healing...it thickens and
envelops it...(a sigh)...leisurely,
assuredly, and with direction.
This is a good prayer, Creator knows
the strength and sincerity of my spoken
word...my soul aches of it.
I am blessed.