O Lord of Light, of wisdom, of time,
illuminate souls lost in the grime
of fearing that virtue is stitched in a dress,
forgetting that truth needs no veil to impress.
With divine hands, You sculpted the form,
like waves, like mountains, like sunlight warm –
no shame, no sin, no flaw, no disguise,
a temple of creation, perfect and wise.
Yet many, O Lord, are blinded, astray,
trapped in their fears, led only by gray.
They shun what is sacred, they hide what is pure,
chaining up freedom they ought to adore.
So we pray today: let light touch their mind,
let truth stir their hearts, so gentle, so kind,
that in woman’s body – so raw, so divine –
they see the greatest of artworks: Thine.
Amen.
