July 27, 2005

• Gambling for Second
  Chance

  My hands were still clamped in
  prayer as I let go
  Dancing dice with white dresses stained with black
  holes
  They needed patching, as well as my damned soul

  Was the black
  cloth what I was searching for
  With religion to sew the deeds my morals
  wore
  A holy seamstress hesitated to tend to my snags
  Pages of the bible
  stapled to my barbaric rags
  But as I took each step, His word peeled
  off
  As if he was christening the very path I walked

  But No…

  I
  dared to look behind, and see the pages disappear
  Cowering in the cracks,
  crumpled out of fear

  What does this mean…

  Hands pressed in prayer,
  wind stripping me of spirituality
  I prayed to be haunted, Holy Spirit grace
  my morality

  My hands were still clamped in prayer as I let go
  Dancing
  dice with white dresses stained with black holes

  Denied a second chance
  at life, denied his affection

  One page remained…

  Ripping off the
  page, in frustration of rejection
  Eyeing one word, a second chance at life,
  your resurrection

  I never saw the dice touch the
  floor.

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