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A Child's Salvation
Prayer was magic;
You asked for something
And perhaps it would be given.
This was a concept
I could learn to love…
If it ever worked for me,
Like my own personal genie bottle.
So I prayed.
I prayed for wings,
For I wanted to fly.
No feathers,
No new appendages
Were granted to me.
So I prayed.
I prayed for riches
So I and my loved ones
Would have all we ever desired.
Those prayers have yet to pay off.
So I prayed.
I prayed for a crown,
A throne,
A scepter.
I prayed for power, omnipotence.
Still, I am merely a man.
Someone told me
That for prayer to work
One must be right with God.
“You must invite Jesus into your heart.”
Easy enough…
When we returned home
I knelt on the kitchen floor, my sisters beside me.
We folded our hands,
Grinned at one another,
And prayed:
“Jesus, come into my heart.”
Now we had it…
The world would be ours.
I went to my room.
I had many prayers to repeat
Now that I’d been saved.
Every request I’d ever made
Was now repeated.
Surely, now that I had salvation
I would get what I wanted.
I’m still waiting for my wings.
Wow, this sums up soooo well the magical thinking of childhood, & shows that children do have simple faith, which is good, (Jesus did say, after all, that we were to have the faith of a child, right?) but they still need to be discipled,& fed the Word, though not too much, lest they choke...I've seen it both ways....this poem is well written, like a child wrote it as it was lived out...I really like your style, & look forward to reading more of your work! You have a way with words that makes what you're conveying palpable!
~Anastazia~
ah, but you have a poets wings. Very good indeed.