"Prayer Flags", by Lauren Cogswell, The Open Door Community Newsletter
On a red clay dusty road track tires thump. Rusty trailers keep watch.
Ragtag porches hang on tooth and nail. In a red clay dusty yard dirt becomes playground. Grass believed as wilderness.
Brown-skinned children giggle in their child-world. Above their heads, a line of prayer flags fly in the wind. Colors bright and faded wave for God's attention, or is it ours?
Prayers for justice, for food for hungry children, for rest for the weary ones, for clothes for the naked, for a home that won't blow away.
Above the children a line of prayer flags in the wind; edges frayed from unceasing prayer.
It is laundry day. Tiny shorts, shirts and pajamas fly, wave, flop, and pray in the wind.
Prayer flags cry out for justice for all God's children.