The Last Call - Herb L Yones

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