Blackspire

The Prayer Leg

All Mother, we thank you for the air in our lungs, the iron in our blood, the fire in our hearts, and the earth in our bones. 

All Mother, we offer up all that we are, for all comes from you and returns to you in the end. We thank you for the never-ending dance, the interchange of molecule for molecule that allows us to see our ancestors in those around us, the boughs that bend in the wind, and the faces of the mountains.

All Mother, grant us the constant reminder that we are all those who’ve come before and all those who will come after, and remembrance that all that we do ripples outward across your creation.

Instructions

Leg 16 – The Prayer Leg: Write a microfiction as a desperate litany, a prayer, or more.

Direct your fervour to an entity, a cup of tea, a concept, or a machine. Anything can be worshipped. The tone can be fervent, blind, and highly blasphemous. The language can be modern, archaic, or crazy; up to you.

Get on your knees and beg, or let it beg you. Your damn choice.

Link to the remainder of this week’s prompts.