Hands


	Bartender, another whisky
	after that shot gun sermon
	to teach us about the high lofty skies,
	where God alone thrones and judges,
	He does not throw dice,
	nor does He play cards
	or hides an ace or a revolver
	under the belt.

	God has been abundantly generous
	to open our eyes to cosmic horizons,
	as an astronaut you learn once
	to grasp objects out of a vision,
	arrange them in mental operations,
	terra form, plant crops, harvest in,
	otherwise, God won’t waste a bullet
	on a dead horse.