Staring at my hand I wondered what was in hers. If she had a 10-I was dead but if not…I might just win this hand. I could always bluff. But seeing I’d left my baseball cap and shades in the car, fat chance. It was my face. I’d been born with a ticker tape running across my face broadcasting every sin and current thought. It made bluffing- difficult-let’s be honest. Impossible.
And still – was that a ten- she was holding or something lower, something I could triumph over?
I could up the ante, I could fold, or bluff and be called to reveal my cards.
Too bad I didn’t have a crystal ball- if only there wasn’t so much uncertainty in this game I’d be sure to figure out how to win…
Dear God. Today I place an order for MORE certainty and the person at the counter, filling in for you- acted as if I’d asked to have a twenty-five headed dragon- delivered to my house. So I decided to double down and order two entree’s of certainty -to make up for all the unknowns I”m dealing with today. I know. I’m suppose to trust the house…the dealer of my cards. To be wise. Play all out. And when I must wait….wait for the cards to come to me. But today I just want to be the DEALER, buy the HOUSE….or have a crystal ball so I won’t have to sit here with all this uncertainty swirling about me. Oh dear God. If only I could calm down and just trust the cards I hold are the cards you dealt to me…the cards I was meant to play…now- with this face that can’t bluff to save her life. I’m thankful you are the HOUSE. I play for…still. Could I get a double order of certainty- SOON?