Once I saw the whole thing.  

“God.”

 I was centered in sigil. My spine was sharp and straight and glistened in the sun like a sword. I was breathing softly with intention. Breathe.

 I became breath.My living room rocked like a cradle swathed in nightlight enveloping the baby’s fear and I had been promised some protection. God. I asked for breath. Breathe

 I became breath and nestled in large silk strands, the hair of a goddess, the forearms of a saint. “God.”

 I let the fire in my chest build with each name I said until I could feel the slow burning rise to full flame. I waited until I could feel the full pounding; until I could hear someone say YES! from a distance.

“God,” I started again and let it be known I was not shaking.  

“Whose answered prayer am I?”

You could say I asked for it. 

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wipe the crust from your eyes
wake up! wake up!

God needs you.

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The Woman Who Saw Her Own Death.

Chapter 1:  “I am inviolable”