The
Last Call
Herb
L. Yones
They gathered every Wednesday night,
To play some Poker with friends;
None of them could ever have known,
How near he was to the end.
Shuffled with divine fingers
Distributed among them all;
Nearly ten o’clock, ten minutes…
One more hand, the last call.
The announcement clearly stated,
As the last hand is dealt;
The clock moves toward the hour
Those final minutes seem to melt.
God alone controls the hour glass,
We know though, what it’s all about;
It’s time to gently fold ‘em
And sit this last one out.
A trumpet blows in glory loud,
A nod from God’s celestial throne;
The escort of the angels coming,
And the child of God goes home.
A peace with God through Jesus Christ,
Herb looked up beyond and passed;
Into the only Heaven there is –
Last call!
Last call! At last.
Larry Sparks
September 2013
