Sister Poetry

“Come,” God whispers, eyes twinkling
Filled with secret delight.
The very word challengingly beckons.
God so eager to play.
The Game is on.
Word for word
Move for move
God the challenger,
Leading, seducing, creating.
And I the unworthy opponent
Bantering, wrestling, surrendering
And each time I think
“It is finished-I am the loser-”
God smiles so tenderly
God has won- but I have not lost!
We have entered a whole new level.
And God with knowing eyes,
Smiling mischievously
Utters again the challenge
“Are you ready?”
“Yes”
And the Game is on.