Prayer Poem by Miracle Asuquo

Patch my soul
with the pieces of thy kindness
and let my being be lubricated
by the ointment of your presence
prune my ego with sickle of humility
that my pride may rise not
like the horns of an antelope
what is man but a container
filled with your spirit
who thinks of himself highly like mountain top
yet forgetting the origin of his skin
which is clay made to survive
wash our heart with sanctity
that we may live to remember you.

I am a man of brokenness
polluted by the sweetness of sin
cultivate my heart like a garden
that I may blossom like flowering pot
under your care
teach my crippled feet to walk
in your vineyard that I may fret not
at the alluring fragrance of boast
massage my mind that I may be soft like the arms of neonate
peel the wax of discomfort in me
and satisfy me with accolades