I imagine saints and angels are
Placing bets on the the choices we all make.
Rolling dice on the dice we roll.
Jumping jacks, queens, kings & aces
Wonder if we can make more of the places we all go.
To play the cards we’re dealt.
No matter the fear of fate or fate of fear
We made decisions on how we felt. Saint playing 21 on a 21 year old.
Love how evil trips across the lips of those way too young to know. Angel’s shooting craps on a nervous boy
Gun in his hand
In a way too different land awaiting surprise.
Will boy keep his wits…
Snake eyes. Saint Peter himself is placing bets on all sorts.
Looking down, not in judgement, but in awe.
Guessing who will stand and who will fall.
But, he’s got no control over us at all. Heaven’s best guess is that when the smoke all clears
The world will still be here.
They’re not betting on them
They’re betting on us.