A less than silent Prayer

Faith I bring on rent,
for I have none.
Hyacinth, Hibiscus,Lotus, Orchids,
Frankincense and Vermillion I offer
for the Shaman said so.
Ancient Mandala I sketch and
Mantra I whisper for 40 days and 41 nights
to Pagan Gods.
21 grams of soul I pawn
against 30 pieces of silver
for Iscariot.

 Then cross legged I sit on a carpet, Persian,
 in the oldest Synagogue in this decadent city
and my sins I confess in Aramaic, Hebrew, Latin, Sanskrit and Arabic.
 Just so the gods may know that I am but flesh,
but blood I will draw
should any less than fortune befall
my expression - Lyric or
my beloved wild flower - Mahua.