My childhood fantasy
Was to be a super hero
I remember praying to God one day
Promising to do my best to save the world
To never turn to evil
And to fight for goodness with every moment of my life.
I was ten.
Had the same prayer
And it honestly seems like, I never really aged.
I still wish I had super powers
So I could make a real difference in this world
Perhaps that is why I always feel less than able
It’s hard to consistently and skillfully produce
When you’re satiated with “if onlys” and being ungrateful!
But wait a minute. I’m not a kid. Let’s examine the evidence.
13 made me wishful, but 25 made me capable.
I still cannot fly
But my words and smile take people to far away lands
I cannot move objects with my mind
But I can move souls with my hands
I cannot use the Force
But I can call upon the limitless power of hope
I cannot teleport
But there is no place on the globe that my prayers cannot reach
I can’t run at super speed
But I can be at the side of my neighbor in an eye blink
I still lack x-ray and telescopic vision…
But I can see God everywhere, in everyone and everything.
Do not despair younger me
The Lord has answered our prayers after all.