Of Dice and Dens: A Reflective Prayer
Tossed through the air with luck,
then clanking with each bounce
across the cold stone floor of this den,
all eyes zeroed-in on the dice.
A man’s life made sport of
in this damp room, filled with
sickening cheers and hyper-masculine
laughs echoing off the walls.
Gambling for garments and
lacking all civility, having a good time
and so caught up in the moment
never realizing what a bad choice it is to stay.
An exit would signal weakness
and raise suspicions, perhaps, and
maybe even ruffle some feathers.
Insults might accompany the one taking leave.
Of course, none want focus on them
on a day like today. Simply count your coins,
cast your dice, cheer, or moan,
but don’t, for a second, draw attention.
Stay for the reward, even if you lose.
Win? Perhaps you’ll take home the robe
and help coronate the lowly King,
introducing him to his thorny crown.
Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.