Thea, sloth is a long summer day, sluggish heat and scorching sky willing me to while the day away. Be a desert dawn, Holy Muse, that I may breathe in the scent of your plump, crisp air and get going. Amen.
Thea, lover of whole and broken hearts, you are witness to the last breath of the suicide victim. Abide with those the victim leaves behind; offer them your silent presence in the victim's ringing absence. Amen.