Writing is one big, long prayer.
Whether it is non-fiction or dressed up as fiction, writing tells it how it is, demonstrates what is going on, shows how it could be.
It admits guilt, addresses hate, pride, fear, and calls for change.
It celebrates the good in the most profound way.
Similarly it’s perfect in its imperfection. Could always do better, use another word, … always an incomplete sentence or an incoherent thought. You only know if you’ve done a good job if you’ve come away both spent and energetic, purged but full, and nothing has changed, but… yet, something has.