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Sometimes, it's just being seen that we need. It's knowing that all of your brokenness is safe with someone else, that’s what helps. Not being fixed, just being beheld.

Our Mother Who is among us Holy is your name We are your kingdom You writhe within, awakening us May we make a heaven of this earth. May we share the love-made bread Of your table, This day. Heal our sickly hearts Even as we attend to the Wounds of those beside us. Lead us, Warrior Priestess, Into battle. For our good, Deliver to our hands New ways of being. For this world is yours And we are its people; We are Your kingdom, we are Your glory. Now, then, and forever