I wrote this for a little booklet I put together on the occasion of a friend’s first new house. The prayer is specific to her own circumstances, but there is always some universality hidden in particularity.
When you stand in the morning
toothbrush in one hand
mascara brush in the other
staring into the mirror
May you see the image of God staring back.
May you rest confidently
in God’s miraculous creation
May you fight the pull to be made over
into an incarnation of the world’s expectations.
May you recognize yourself as a holy incarnation
May you reject narratives of barrenness
for the narrative of the empty and waiting tomb.
May the grief of an empty tomb
and the joy of a risen body
dance in you here
as you embrace the practice of being human.