Once, I saw the whole thing.
“God,” I began, centered in sigil, spine sharp and straight like a knife. My living room lit with black and white candle; protected by saint and goddess and large silk strands. Breathe. I am breath. God. I am breath. Breathe. I become breath. “God,” I start again. I let the fire in my chest build. I feel the slow burning and I hear someone say YES! from a distance.
“God, whose answered prayer am I?”