The Potency of Childhood Faith
When I was eight years old,
I read a magazine
Which had a section that asked me to draw my deepest wish in an empty square.
I pulled out my favorite pencil and began drawing myself
Jumping off from my bed
And floating in the air
My wish was to fly.
As it always had been.
The magazine said the wish would then come true.
So I put my pencil down, and prepared myself for what I anticipated to be a ground-breaking moment.
I got up on my bed
Closed my eyes
Thought really hard on my will to fly,
Recited a few prayers,
Opened my arms
I plunged down and landed on the carpet.
I full heartedly believed
With every ounce of my flesh
That it was just a fluke
And that someday my wish would come true.
Someday I wish to possess such potent faith,
One similar to what I once had-
To what a child has.