Parking lot Prayers
I prayed today,
In the walmart parking lot,
Navigational system to orient my direction
I prayed today
In the concrete jungle atop the bones of indigenous people
I prayed in the language of my ancestors aloud
Beside a tree surrounded by gravel
I dug down deep to find the land
To give my offerings and gratitude
In the sacred space now occupied by walmart
I asked for help for the people
I asked for help for the ones I love
I ask for help so that I maybe helpful
Trust my faithfulness in loyalty to creation
It opens my eyes to raw beauty.
I am not afraid to pray today
In the walmart parking lot
About the Creator
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