Veronica wipes jesus' face

station 6: making impressions

Hear our prayers

For all who’ve shown love

when to do so demands more courage than seems humanly possible.

For all who take the risk to touch the untouchable.

For all of us who’ve been labeled untouchable.

For all of us who ache to be touched and seen and cared for.

God, hear our prayers.

These Bodies - The Many

PRAYER FOR WEREWOLVES
by Stephanie Burt

Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you’ll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given warning,
will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.

Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you’re lost in your skin today. Maybe you’re burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please don’t. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.

When you have claws, your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:

then you will know each other’s scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here.