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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Claudia Kessel


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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