A Gamble

I want an oracle
 or the IChing
to tell me what to do.
I want to roll the dice
or consult the cards
and let them decide my fate.
I want God to call out
in a loud, clear voice
unmistakable instructions on my next step.
The decisions are much too grown up
to be left in my fumbling hands.

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2 Comments

  1. Tee said,

    September 5, 2013 at 12:06 am

    I REALLY like this poem. You put into words how I feel almost every day. I have struggled to find a way to say it, but here it is–neatly wrapped up in a poem.


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