We can't lose, baby!

After John 17:13

The game is rigged,

the players already winners,

the dice loaded, the numbers fixed,

the outcome determined.

The house has fixed the game, and

we can’t lose, baby!

The stakes – huge – are covered.

The house rolls and makes the spin.

The outcome, the result, known,

the cards are marked and played.

The players win and keep on winning.

We can’t lose, baby!

We bring the chips to the bank

and the banker smiles, pulling

in the chips and handing back

the dollars, the coins, the gold,

paying twice what was brought.

All we have to do is stand there

and accept it.

We can’t lose, baby!

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A prayer

After John 17:13

It’s near the end, or

the beginning, the time

in the garden, night.

Alone; a prayer from the knowing

of what is to come in less

than a day, and the knowing

leads to the prayer.

I am coming.

I am coming to you.

I am coming to you now.

So, among the last things

to say, here at the end,

a prayer for them, those

sleeping and those not yet

awake, those flawed vessels,

for them, and not only

for the joy to be within them,

but for the full measure of my joy

to be within them. 

They will be hated by this world,

but, and it’s a huge but,

they will find joy, my joy,

within and always.

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