Prayer Cards

When I was a kid I would scavenge
Along the beach
Sifting through the plastic
And rubber scraps on my knees
Every piece of discarded detritus held a seed
For me to construct any number of fantasies

I know now I can't help

That it's in my nature
To wander far with no map
Still I get discouraged when
I feel lost on this path

I know now not to doubt

Cause I've got the cards to show you
Many saints were also vagrants
Yes I've got the cards to show you
Vagabonds yet venerated

I recall when I was once very young
My mom say
That I'm kindred to those who
Simply won't join the fray
The most perfect marriage of these
She'd call a homeless priest

I know what I can't help
So I know not to doubt

Cause I've got the cards to show you
Many saints were also vagrants
Said I've got the cards to show you
Vagabonds were venerated
Cause I've got the cards to show you
Many saints are also vagrants
Yes I've got the cards to show you
Lost and holy integrated

Endless clawing
Through the jungle
Crushing pavement
Cinders raining
Flaming punctured dreams