For All; I'll Try them All

One wish, I ask.

Only one, and may it be swiftly answered and fulfilled.

Need I seek a transformed dandelion, that I may blow my wish into breath upon the delicate tufts, so they may carry the seeds of my wish to the place where wishes become grants?

Must I seek a dried poultry breast bone and be the victor in the bone snap so that, like a wand, my wish waves from it?

I can pretend it is my Birthday, and huff so hard that all the flames lose their glow, and the wafting smoke lilts to find the wish granter.

I will place an eyelash upon the tip of my nose, knowing it will not stay, and the salty eyelash will disappear ito the land of the Grand Wishmaster.

I shall stand under the hidden indigo skies waiting; for the rain clouds to roll away to expose the first star (wish I may wish I might) and I shall wait until my eyes see the one shooting across the heavens. It's light will reflect back and it will carry my wish to our Maker.

I will clock watch until 11:11 and take the full 60 seconds to embed my wish deeply in between the seconds so it may ride the wings of time swiftly to the right ears.

I will travel to where the white horses run in hundreds amongst the flowers where I will find the blind man who will disclose the ladybugs' home. He will direct me singing, "Follow the fiddler past the chimneysweep's house"

I will lie in wait to catch the Leprechaun who grants wishes , three. Yet I need only one.

As I return I shall toss the Leprechaun's gold coins into the wishing well.

Can I then expect to hear of suffering, no more? News that fret and worry have found a different day? Ills and hardship have been lifted to the heavens?

To be sure, I lift my wish up in prayer .