Why I Keep My Windows Open

more of a journal entry than anything

Occasionally, I’ll blast a mist of cedarwood and myrrh in every corner my house

And proceed to smoke it out 

with incense, and leave the window cracked

To let out what I need 

To purify or repent or perhaps both

I don't know, the action takes over me

LIke the call to pray to something holy 

For too many times I say sorry 

And there's a lot of things I want

And I hope that in walking with God

Some kind of soothing balm will seal this gaping wound

And stop the bleeding

So I mist my house

In the action 

I invite, alone in my room at night

I keep the window open

For answers 

Or blessings

Or both 

 to come in