I Pray for the Impossible

I pray for the impossible

for Haiti and her people,

that 7-year-old boys would have fathers

and 14-year-old girls would not be mothers;

that we would know hunger for only righteousness

and be thirsty only for goodness;

that our politicians would be true leaders

and make of our land a common treasure;

that like snow in foreign countries,

our hurricanes would be no calamities;

that street odors would be as perfume

and all litter banished 

to bins made of plaster.

I pray for the impossible—

except it’s not really,

not to You, at least.

And it is to You alone that I pray.