Prayer
When I was younger, I asked God
to give me a Nintendo Wii® for Christmas.
I did not ask my parents, I did not tell
my siblings, I only bowed my head
for the whole of December and prayed
to the ultimate creator of the universe
for, yes, a video game console. Come the morning
of Christ’s birth, there it was under
my stocking like a baby in a manger.
I have forgotten about that answered-
prayer until now and, I am sure, I have since
forgotten many others. Now, I ask God to make me
a wise man. But, recently, I am reminded
that harvesting prayer demands more than
a few words cast about the air like grains of wheat
above a field awaiting planting.
How are the wise to follow the star they ought
to if caught in the permanence of prayer,
the lips enacting the dance of supplication?
Samuel Louis Spencer is an American journalist and poet based out of Tampa, Florida. An avid traveler and former missionary child, Spencer loves pushing his limits of prosody and writing on the human psyche. His faith resides in every aspect of his identity as a person. When he is not writing, Spencer enjoys snowboarding and spending time with his family.
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