The House of Cards
The last one or two cards still stand
But only for a short while.
This card house is almost down.
Gone.
Chapters and book closed.
Her pain throbs because
She knows
This deck of cards
Will never be again.
Yet it's a few, old cards from her past, who,
With a twinkle in their eyes and
Holy laughter in their hearts,
Feed her raspberry pie
and advise, “Move forward."
How did they know she was stuck,
Aching for what was behind;
Empty with what is;
Afraid in what might never, ever be?
She grabs the last of the boxes,
Loads a piece of furniture,
Rescues a recipe or two.
Makes polite conversation.
Then says a silent good-bye to the few cards left standing
Before the door is closed,
Before those last cards fall
For good.
And that, that . . . is her hope.
"Surely . . . goodness, mercy, and unfailing love
shall follow me all the days of my life
and through the length of my days
the house of the Lord [and His presence]
shall be my dwelling place."
~ Psalm 23:6, Amplified Version