The Power of Prayer

I found the power of prayer. It was stuck between one angry and one compassionate lesbian. It was in the musty air on which meaning surfed uncertain, unable to identify itself as a diverse collection of ears pondered other things. It was in the velvet rope masquerade hidden behind simple choices and back door exits. The power of prayer was found on its knees seeking answers, gifts, and above all love. It is ironic.

Can a creator create something better, greater than herself. Yes, she can. That’s the case here. God, after numerous tries, created something greater than himself. He stuck his finger out and said, “Let there be man, in both its forms.” After he had realized what he had done, his first reaction was envy. He could not stand that there was something better out there. He sought justice, namely the destruction of his creation. His vanity, however, stopped him. He wished to show off how great he was by being able to create such a thing greater than himself. Only he has no friends.

He has no one to share his creation with, no one to show how wonderful his creation is. Thus he is left to admire it all by himself. And on certain nights, nights on which he feels especially lonely, his bitterness will overtake him and he will do nasty vile things. Things so out of character that he attributes them to someone else. However, on most nights he is himself. The one and only being, the creator, the all powerful – kneeling in prayer. His head bowed down to his creation, he seeks only one thing: love.

He prays that man will love him. He hopes beyond hope that everyone, every last person, loves him. And as he’s praying on his side of the river, on the other side people have bowed their heads to him, a lesser being, seeking the same thing. They ask for a thing they’re able to give, and yet do not.

Well, I say we humor him, he has no friends after all. Love your God kids, for if you don’t, no one will. And if you do, then he himself may find the power of prayer, for his prayers will have been answered.

-Jakob Lint