Sometimes, we all feel like our prayers go up as far as the ceiling and then stop there…stuck…never to reach God. But this verse shows quite the opposite. All prayers of the saints are gathered in golden bowls, and burned as a sweet-smelling fragrance before God. And as the perfumed smoke fills His nostrils, God breathes in deeply and recognizes each prayer, utterance, and plea, from every saint who has reached out to Him.