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Body Prayer

God of guts, God of fingernails, God of hair; God of this whole creature, this fruit of a branching flesh – garden with us as we grow, bloom, and wither. In its right season, its time of reduction, as the body-begotten fades, prepare us a place of a finer dust, prepare for us a feather-light and worthy image, a temple enduring. Make ready for us a place where mind enters once more as wisdom's child.

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Date: 9/7/2020 11:32:00 AM
The prayerful and soulful beauty of your poem is potent and inspiring, Eric. I love the title which serves as an amazing harbinger to what lies within the body of the creative ink blessing the page. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan
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Eric Ashford
Date: 9/7/2020 12:22:00 PM
Hi Susan, Your review of this work is so very much appreciated. For some, body and mind and soul are considered separate, but at least until we leave this earth plane, we are all three I think. It's good to honor the body in prayer, even though mine is hardly the image of God or much of a temple:-) Have a great Labor Day. e