A Prayer to Eris

To be quite honest, this past year has sucked, royally. I don't usually include personal stuff on this blog cuz I often find it dull when others talk about their personal lives and, thus, don't want to bore my own readers. But godsdamnit to hell, I've had enough! Our finances, which were more or less fine a year ago, have been driven into the ground by drug addiction (not mine, thank you very fucking much), our family has been stressed to the limit by the aforementioned addiction and its related lies and associated drama and to finish the calendar year off, our pipes have frozen and then blown up. It's been a helluva year and a helluva holiday season. So, in the hopes of receiving some mercy and a better year (and to make up for my apparently too casual discussion of the goddess Eris) I'm sending up this prayer to Eris. These phrases did not come from me, partly because I've no talent for poetry but mostly because my own phrases these days are chock full of expletives and I don't think Eris would appreciate them very much. So, I'm offering up words from Anna Livia Plurabelle (don't ya just love that name?) from Book of the Goddess.

Sing now, my muse, of the Goddess of Chaos,
Arising from primeval Quantum foam born,
Goddess of Entropy, Goddess of Anarchy,
She who creates and destroys innumerable cosmos
In the gap between dawn and the rise of the sun,
She who dances between unseen fractal dimensions,
In a small still place all enfolded in storm,
Where tempests so huge, lighting rends open the quasars,
So massive no light escapes from her shroud,
She who sunders our soul from our sweet earthly flesh,
And brings us rebirth with her ghastly sweet breath,
Lover of Death and Lover of Life,
She dances a dance on the edge of a knife,
A gulf of ten thousand light years on each side,
And She never misses one step in the dark,
Singularity bound, in a teardrop of light,
Cocooned in the smallest, suffused in the largest,
Immortal Chaos wreathed with broken planets and dust,
Thy name is Eris, world shattering Goddess,
We ride your wave breathless and are towed under again.
Singularity Goddess, you approach inverse zero,
Still more drowned worlds loom in Thy billowing shroud.
Asleep and awake she dreams our creation,
The sound of a bell in an dark empty cavern,
The scent of a rose in a room long abandoned,
The dance of the motes in the eye of the Goddess,
The touch of a breeze in the heat of the noon,
The taste of wine from an ancient tomb offering
She is there always, and not there ever,
Look and you will miss her,
Close your eyes and she is before you.
Most terrible and most beautiful name of the Goddess, Eris!

Please Eris, I'm begging you, some relief, please!!

Edited to add: You might not believe it but approximately 5 seconds after I published this post I heard a yell from the back of the house: "You have water!" Yay! After a few frantic hours scrubbing, mopping, washing this and washing that I've almost dug us out of the filth of the last week.