Hello let me distract you,

That’s the nature of my game.

Till all men come to meet me,

Till all men look the same.

 

Some may come to play,

Others to forget.

It matters not which game they play,

I have stacked the deck.

 

Come in what’s your pleasure,

Is it drink or wealth to gain?

Come sit at my table,

Results are all the same.

 

The door from which you entered,

Has now been fettered tight.

Drink now my darling one,

Tell me your delight.

 

In one fell swoop I gathered,

A generation of men’s ease.

In one great crack assembled,

I give them what they please.

 

What then can you offer?

That I have not more?

Nothing can entice them to,

Find the exit door.

 

So come and join my table,

You’ll be happy that you did.

Until the door cracks open,

Revealing what I hid.

 

I added a poem to this post. Why? To sound the charge perhaps. To ring the warning bell. Deception will sidle up next to you like a long lost friend whispering in your ear all the while seeking your blood. Discernment is not some trifling matter.

 

Some are great readers of people; others put out their boats in the deep and wonder why they capsize. My husband is a great reader. I thought I was but too often I look through those rose colored glasses and my vision is clouded. There are sparrows and hawks and doves, there are lily hands that snatch out a sword against you, but all these are nothing to compare with the enticement of your heart’s desire. Be careful what you wish for…and how you get it.

 

Take stock when you feel that twinge in your heart or you may pay a deeper debt.

 

Come in what’s your pleasure?

 

Sometimes your life course, whether straight or crooked, is to pass it by and in the passing find a better tomorrow.