I am not immune from finding glee
in a well played, caustic meme--
Nor of squeezing cold pleasure
from the outing of crafty, (not-so-smart)
high rolling cheaters.
But even as I relish just deserts
I pause,
when I consider
the Jumbotron of God--
holding and beholding the antics
of my stubborn, cold,
malnourished, idol-replicating,
self-aggrandizing, sneaky,
and adulterous heart.
Will I,
with revelation
duck,
flash a sheepish grin
Or cry…
What right have you,
Oh Maker of the Universe
to cast your all knowing and Holy
eye in my direction!
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