“Hey, St Anthony, I need your help now”
Roll forward, spin back to this spot
And find 4 parking spots where there was none.

It’s the same each time: our heavenly friend
Pulls a trick that makes the drawn out wait,
And search for a mooring spot after roaming
Round and round come to an end.

How often I forget that he, Anthony, already
Beholds scenes all humans secretly desire.

“St Anthony, a parking spot please?”
And I know not what prayers he then says
But the Lord loves the voice of those who
Have run the race and chosen Him only.

As I turn the ignition off, and thank the kindly
Saint for praying, and thank my Lord
I can now go shop at Costco

(c) nyonglema