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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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