Now when He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.
Then another angel, having a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.
And the smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, ascended before God from the angel’s hand.
Revelation 5:8 and Revelation 8:3-4
(These scriptures came to my mind this morning and as I read them I felt led to write this poem and also to create the art. Perhaps the Spirit is telling us, saints, that our bowls will soon be tipped! )
As I sit on my cozy couch this chilly December morn, drinking coffee after a breakfast of my favorite toast and jelly, I am enjoying the warmth of the heat and the quiet ambiance of my surroundings, and I am grateful for all I have.
My thoughts turn to those who are homeless, in shelters, or victims of human trafficking and abuse, or others trapped in lives of stress or poverty. The many who don’t have the comforts of home.
I pray for them, and do what I can to help them.
As I sit quietly
In my home’s cozy corner
My prayers travel far
This month I am an Advocate for Dressember which is an organization that raises awareness and funds to fight human trafficking and modern slavery worldwide.