worship me with poetry—
your soul’s blood spilled out
in the written word.
tell me all your secrets;
your hurts, your hopes.
i will strike down those who have pained you
and build you to where you can reach
those lofty goals.

worship me with love;
however you see fit to deal it— 
kisses, or hugs, or kindness. i do not discriminate
(unlike other gods)
by how you choose to reveal your heart.
i only care that you bare it.

but above all, worship me with care.
i turn my back on all who inflict harm with intent;
but will kneel to help those who seek forgiveness for these deeds.

i am the goddess of phoenixes.
you will find me near those who are rising
out of the ashes of their sorrows.
who have been burnt by the hate of others
or themselves.
i am teaching them how to fly again.

and so, 
if you wish to worship me
you must first begin
by worshipping
yourself.