Roll The Dice Poem by James Walter Orr

The winds of misfortune can buffet the soul
And can blow the most wary awry.
The skeletons hide in the deepest dark hole,
And near block out the blue of the sky.

One staggers along with so heavy a load,
And the weight of one's fear all will know,
And the only recourse is to force a bright smile,
And to brace for the weight of the blow.

There are hearts that don't care about sins of the past,
And trust love to help steer a new trail.
If love can prevent a new skeleton's birth,
It can blaze a new path that won't fail.

New unions can live in their own private world,
And from heaven they carve their own slice,
And they live with the merge of two bodies to one,
With their trust in the roll of the dice.