Three Hearts

Cruising through the casino
the Three Hearts machine
called my name. 

The first handle pull >
Three Hearts, ka-ching,
Lover, Beloved and Love.

Jackpot! Halleluiahs drop
spill out nonstop,
a shower of winnings.

Light glints from the tumbling exultations
like tongues of fire, on and on and on
a constant flow of gracious change. 

Unlucky is when I take luck
for granted and not as a gift.
Then, I must pray to remember

to accept my gifts and spend them
not on me, myself and I 
but celebrating the sacred Threesome.

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