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Not me giving my boyfriend the same fetish as Homelander ¿?¿
I don't pray to a God in a cathedral,
I worship the God's that walked through the wreckage of their temples.
I worship the survivors,
I worship the hands hardened by work, ethereal and corporal reminders of the self.
I reach for their open palms, I let their treasures swallow any doubts.
I worship the persecuted and the persevering;
I worship the teeth and bone, blood and flesh, heart and soul.
I worship their reach,
Like the tide : pulling -
Ebb and flow, strength and vulnerability.
I worship the forward focus, and the pillars of salt.
I worship the altars we break bread on,
I worship the feasts with laughter and the warmth of hope.
I worship the world, the sun, the moon, the feeling of wet grass or sand between my toes.
I worship the taste of the storm before the rain,
I worship the rolling thunder, and lightning in my fingertips when someone touches my body like the swirling clouds.
I know no church or confessional :
I worship the long table that seats every and any of the hungry.
I sing and dance with those who I haven't met, guardians who heard the call, those who were lost too soon, and those who left right on time.
I raise my hands
I manifest
This prayer is too big for stained glass prisons
I enfold us
I hold us
I love
I pray in this way.
I woke up to my first snow day in 11 years
—Pablo Neruda, from One Hundred Love Sonnets XVII
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