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