God who sees me,
Where are you in my mirror?
Where are you in the fat on my arms, in my stomach, in my legs?
How can I love when I must embrace with these arms?
How can I proclaim your glory with my mouth that consumes?
How can I love my brothers and sisters who starve when I mock them with my own starvation?
How can I love my brothers and sisters who starve when I am gluttonous?
My God of abundance and suffering, please give me balance and strength.
I want to be at your feast.
I want to find agape.
I want to drink of the cup of blessing.
Nourish me, God.
Fill me, Sustainer of Life.
I need you to dwell in my bodily temple.
I know you die and live in the bread and the cup.
God, be in my stomach and my veins.
Be my balance, my constant.
I need you to dwell in my bodily temple.
God who created the fruit and grain,
God who breathed life into me,
God who wants us to eat freely from the garden,
Let me find you in the fruit of the Tree of Life.
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