The Cards are on the Table

This is a poem I created addressing the concept of predestination, when God standing outside of time simply sees our future and past actions together as we would see cards on a table.

Time is a line,

It is a path or a trail,

We can only move ahead.

Stuck fast on the line,

While the past moves behind,

We can’t change what’s done or said.

Yet God sees it all,

Like the cards that we play,

Laid out in clear plain sight.

Each one is a year,

And he sees all so clear,

What we will do or have done right.

He’s laid the cards on the table,

He sees the cards on the table, 

He knows each card on the table,

Do you really want to bet?

Outside of time,

With an all knowing mind,

What will be has been done.

We can see just a day,

While here lost in the fray,

As we are always on the run.

He sees choices we made,

On cards still unplayed,

In the days and years to come.

With free will that he gave,

And His Son sent to save,

He left nothing here undone.

He’s laid the cards on the table,

He sees the cards on the table, 

He knows each card on the table,

Do you really want to bet?

He has charged us to own,

Who is coming home,

In the love He gave to share.

In each one of us,

He gave talents to entrust,

To see how much we do care.

There will be a time,

When we stand on the line,

To be judged for our life’s stance.

The one thing to fear, 

When we face God so near,

Is wasting one single chance.

He’s laid the cards on the table,

He sees the cards on the table, 

He knows each card on the table,

Do you really want to bet?

by Eric Visconti - Poet

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Country Girl (My Tribute to Dolly Parton)

For Dolly Parton

Poor folk in the mountains,

Scratching out a living,

No nickels to rub together,

From here she came.

Incessant expression,

With creative progression,

She sought to sing,

She did not seek fame.

Those amazed by her looks,

More amazed by her wit,

For when she spoke,

She stood her ground.

Her heart sang true,

To each one of us,

A neighbor and friend,

In her we found.

She followed her heart and she gained the world.

But deep in her heart she stayed a country girl.

She drew us close,

And made us family,

As if we each sat,

Before her fire.

For the force of love,

Which she did give,

Gave her a strength,

Which never tired.

Now her guitar lies still,

Though her fire still glows,

We still stand together,

Though we feel alone.

She’s living in our hearts,

From there she’ll never go,

Because she is not gone,

She just went back home.

She followed her heart and she gained the world.

But deep in her heart she stayed a country girl.

A Steady Heart

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 I have found a new hero on Facebook, and I will make her yours as well.  Pope John Paul II  once visited a colony for leprosy. When he left, he spoke these words, “It is easy to smile and love God when you feel good.  Choosing to smile and love God when things are terrible is not only a ministry unto others, it is a ministry to God.”

Erin suffers with ALS, and she chooses to smile, while showing others what this disease does to people, and what she endures in everyday life.  In this way she brings awareness of ALS to countless thousands who can help.

For this reason, I consider her a silent hero. I presented this poem to her, and now I present her to you.

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A bird takes flight for granted,

As we take the ability to run,

To laugh,

To walk,

To live.

As your abilities departed,

You sought for other means,

To smile,

To love,

To give.

Hawking, your colleague in suffering,

Resolved to explore with his mind,

While you armed with compassion,

Resolved to explore with your heart.

Showing us who frown with full faculties,

How you can smile in infirmity,

Bearing your cross with faith,

Giving face to a faceless disease.

Where the muscles fail,

May the angels lift you up.

Where the body is weak,

May your heart give strength.

Love is the source of strength,

God is the source of love,

As you pour forth from your heart,

May He fill you always.

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The Turning Point

(In memory of Charlie Kirk.)

When he was at the crossroad,

Between a boy and a man,

He realized in this place,

Every person must stand.

In the quest to find himself,

And what he would uphold as true,

He found his purpose in life,

In helping many young people through.

He reached a turning point.

“Come let us reason together” (Isaiah 1:18),

Was the only request he gave,

For in deep reflection on our values,

We lose assumptions that we have made.

Through analysis we gain perspective,

We find our place to stand in life,

He would lead young people there,

Without abrasiveness or strife.

Towards their turning point.

He had a heart of great compassion,

Giving him patience for every day,

For some were more than difficult,

When he replied to things they would say.

Yet with his wise gift of perspective,

No one could leave him quite the same,

With new values for truth imparted,

They left better than how they came.

To reach their turning point.

While leading a life of love,

At his voice someone took aim,

Leaving all of us in silence,

With relentless shock and pain.

He was demonized for disagreeing,

That was his only crime,

His silence raised the voice of millions,

And through us his light will shine.

This is the turning point.

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