Heavens's Poker Game
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In the beginning after God had finished creating this land.
Satan boldly challenged the heavens for the absolute control of man.
Gods’ architectural blueprint stretched for ages across the sky
He watered the oceans and rivers then taught the birds how to fly
Forming each creature with punctually and prodigious detail
Carving out his structures with precision and without fail.
Just as he finished coloring each element with vivid greens and blues,
The devil appeared demanding his share, feeling entitled to his just dues.
“I’ll stake my claim in this vast haven you have designed,
there’s plenty turf for both of us” he slurred, “for you know I gots to get mine".
God dismissed his presence “‘be gone vile serpent you have no right to my land”.
"Hold up, my Lord, then let’s wager for this so -called man”
God peeped down through the clouds, causally suggested a sporting game of chess
being not at all threatened knowing his strategic skills was some of his best.
“My pawn against your king as we vie for the souls of man”,
The devil quickly rebuffed, knowing that game would give God the upper hand.
Spades? Pinochle? Three card Molly? Was more what the devil had in mind.
Flickering the cards with his shifty hands, “Now if you can be so kind”
“So be it” God reasoned knowing he had nothing to dread.
“St Peter open those pearly gates so I can rub that demon’s head”.
The devil entered heaven unremorseful with a vengeful and sullen sneer
Wrapped in a black cape concealing the holes where his wings had once been sheared.
The opponents took opposite sides deciding Poker would be the game of choice.
Gabriel cut the deck and shuffled, and then he raised his mighty voice.
"5 cards high, three of a kind, kings over aces", as the game continued to the wee hours of the night,
while the angels hovered closely above shining their heavenly light.
"I’ll raise you Hitler and King Leopold", as Satan’s chips slammed hard against the table
"Then I’ll even the odds because I want that Cain, but you can have his brother Abel".
"I'll trump that and counter your bid with Moses" just as God softened his narrowed stare,
Knowing Mother Theresa, St Francis and Martin Luther King would give him a straight pair.
"Let’s raise the ante" as the devil’s sinister thoughts abounded
I’ll bet you hate and bigotry for their heartless souls confounded.
Then we’ll play for murder, slavery, child abuse, and greed
I’ll give them innumerable riches and even objects they won’t need.
I’m plant depression and unhappiness as they sip its venomous brew",
rubbing his hands together knowing his evil plans were not yet through.
“Then I’ll give them grace and mercy” as Gods promise roared across the land
“they’ll have compassion and love for their brother hood of man”.
“You’ll give those mortals too much credit, they won’t obey your rules”.
So, I’ll create confusion, just watch those ungrateful fools”.
Soon God arose in triumph as his voice filled the sky
‘Take that ole Lucifer’, flashing a royal straight flush that almost made the devil cry.
“That hands impossible” Satan accusing God that he had cheated.
“Now don’t go there ” God warned, for you know you’ve been defeated.
Satan pulled out a long list of individuals and double checked each name
Stalin, Dahmer, Bundy would be major participants in his demonic game.
Then they both read my name, & devil smirked “Oh yes I will know her well”,
"she’ll make a fine contribution to my smarmy den of hell.
Even though her life will play a trivial role in my vast playground,
not needing much direction for she’ll know her way around".
God looked skeptical as he rubbed his temples with dismay
“Don’t be so sure about that one because she’ll eventually find her way.
Like her I will give man a second chance for I’ll send my son to earth
To die for their sins and accept my word, giving them rebirth”.
The devil kicked over the table as his savage temper swayed.
“Forget this pointless game for I’ll control man anyway”.
He shook his fist and assured God this was not the end.
But God coolly replied, “No worries, I’m ready for that day we meet again”
Copyright © Nora Gibson | Year Posted 2020
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