Prayer in a Bomb Shelter

Walking through Jerusalem I marveled
at the old built alongside the new
ancient history grafted against modern skin

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My Body is My Sanctuary

My body is my sanctuary
it doesn’t matter what you say
I know that I am beautiful
that I was made this way

My body is my sanctuary
where I find my place of bliss
away from worried feelings
I feel free like this

My body is my sanctuary
where I chant my timid prayer
where peace and love fall around
and I breathe in sacred air

Excerpted from To the World I’ll Be