Poker~
All this sloppy work
And a thousand imperfections
That you find in every pore
Of your being
This cursing the genes
The aching limbs
The rebelling cells
The colliding thoughts
The conflicting actions
The unreasonable
And even the unmentionable
Why fret
Really why fret
The inconsequential stuff
When one day
Time will realise
It can’t keep up
With your infinite grace
Light won’t be able to match
Your brilliant radiance
When one day
You will throw away
These old rags
And tags
Dive deep into the river
Of self
And sit down to play
Strip poker with God
(At the same table!)
And as you deal the cards
She will sit
With her beautiful
Blessing hands
Under her chin
Beaming with pride
That you made it!