NO GAMBLERS HERE
Don’t wait for anyone, or the world itself,
To meet you, to see you, to hold you,
Before you release your gifts or your beauty
Don’t barter any longer
It’s a losers hand
You may find the world
Is waiting for you
To release your gifts and your beauty
‘Please,’ It says,
‘Show us your true face,
Show us your grief,
Your vulnerability, your true heart
That we may be nourished and watered.’
There are no gamblers here
We put down our cards long ago
And now we just sit
And gaze in each other’s eyes
With tears and joy
Love and longing.