Unchurched Prayer
 

walk with me
god of our mothers
the valley wildnerness
shuns my face
shuts my soul
in a nameless place
where strangers sleep.

houses of worship
open their doors
but not to earthly ills
the game of holiness
too expensive
for a poor man
rich in spirit.

stay with me
god of our fathers
endorse the dreams
of dignified living
in a land where
products win praise
over worthy people.

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