bloodandfruit:

Let my every breath be an adoration

Let every thought be gilded in their glory

Let the food and drink that passes my lips be the offering that keeps the worship flowing

If I make my body into a temple, broken as it may be, then I will never be out of the service of the divine

Let them inhabit me

My blood

My bones

Every cell of my being

Even as I sit here

wracked with pain, bleary-eyed

My very essence continues to sing sweet praises unto those most worthy