The Gift of Death
It was dealer’s choice and each hit landed hard.
I was dealt my hand and conducted each card.
Alone at the table, I was that day’s only taker.
My bet was placed, against the deadly widow maker.
We didn’t play for coins, cash or a check.
Death dealt each card from the buns of the deck.
The stakes were high, but begrudgingly I played the game.
I lost a quarter of my heart, and my life has no longer been the same.
I now face each day with death on my mind.
Anxieties I have, but my faith is no longer blind.
It’s been twelve amazing years since I’ve died and came back.
God saved my life with a massive heart attack.
Every breath that I draw is another gift that I’ve got.
God is very real, a big bang he is not.
The true meaning of life is what I have found.
I feel his breath in the wind, and his love all around.
5/14/22
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