Thoughts after prayer

Smoke curls upward from the altar and all I can think is:

Our religion is beautiful

Our Gods are awe-some

One brush of Their presence renders me to tears in a second:

My body is shaking

My heart is bursting

It hurts in a way words can’t describe, a pain I crave:

May They be praised

May They be loved

 

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