Prayer:
God who remembers,
They have stolen so much from us. Protect our memory from that same fate. Grant us agency over our stories, over our faces, that we would defiantly pass on all that they’d like us to forget.
We want more for ourselves. More than just altars and ceremony. We want life — imperfect, complicated, human life. Permission to be morally complex, emotionally disrupted. Permission to drive and stand outside corner stores and play with toys and sleep and boil water. Yes, and boil water without risk of being destroyed. Whiteness stalks our days and nights. We will not be prey. Meet us in our weariness and renew in us that sacred defiance which began in our ancestors. Revive our hunger for beauty, tenderness and steadied breathing. Keep the air in our lungs in pace with yours, knowing that, in you, justice is not far from us; no protest futile, no face forgotten.
May it be so.
Breathe:
INHALE: We reclaim our breath.
EXHALE: We remember what’s been stolen.
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