Theological Crapshoot

Theological Crapshoot

Brethren, Catholic.
Anglican, Baptist.
eeny, meeny,
miney, mo.
Which, if any,
would you bet
your soul on?
Toss a coin. Call it
heads or tails.
You are called. I’ll see you; raise you; call you.
“Show me what you’ve got,” says the seventh man to the Peter at the gate.
Desperate, empty you buy a ticket for “Holy Trinity” to win, place, or show
Square pegs in round holes, beg, barter, and wager for their souls.
A flutter, the choir sings.
Place your ante in
the collection plate.
Around, and around,
and around, she goes.
Where she stops
nobody knows.
But, baby still needs
a new pair o’ shoes.

Lindsay Riggs Brown