Parking Lot Prayer

Lord, purify the foulness of our hearts We offer you our garbage thoughts and trash Throats of filth, soiled souls, our bitter parts Fat bodies and clogged minds, our teeth that gnash Here, take our little hatreds, jealousies That in us burrow, chitter, rodent-like Grey weariness, the bleakness of fatigue Smog of our spirit, wrath and rage’s strike You say that we are in your image made Yet our words flow like muck in sludge-filled streams We yearn for your alchemy, our gold mislaid For your chanted voice to pierce us in our dreams Crack us open, spill our beauty, call us by name Cradle us in your embrace, heal our pain