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Incense

I caught it.
It sparkled in my hand.
A star, a jewel, a piece of my heart.
The wind caught it and lit it.
It flashed up in flame.
Eyes widening,
Breath rattling,
I lifted it to the sky.
It burned me.
But even I could see,
It was still kind.
Somehow fire purifies.
Too soon it will extinquish-
You or it-
The heat will eat you up-
Escape-
That’s what others say.
But the wind is just the breath,
Of the one who gave it first,
Into my hand.
And even as I linger,
I smell the sweetness of my pain.
My worth is only known
By burning.