Three Wishes and a Prayer

If I had three wishes

From a genie in a bottle

I wouldn't ask for riches

Or to win life’s lotto.

First, I’d wish for peace

Not the kind you borrow

But that deep quiet

That don’t shake with sorrow.

Next, I’d wish to live bold

In the center of my calling

Where God’s voice whispers

And I keep from falling.

Last, I’d bless my people

Every soul I ever kissed

With joy that don’t run dry

And prosperity that persists.

I’ve buried some love

And I’ve cried through nights

But even through grief

My spirit still writes.

These wishes ain’t magic

They’re stitched in prayer

From a woman who’s loved

And still dares to care.