We drove three hours away
To see a woman wise
She read the tarot cards
She never got it wrong
Before she even starts
She said she must take the
Death card out of the deck
“I will lay it right here,
Don’t want it coming up.
It will be true of all,
Something we must all face
But I don’t want to know
When it will come for you.”
She shuffled and I cut
Cards laid out in a cross
I could see a story
Of what my life would be
Then she laid the Death card
And I saw her hands shake
“But, but I took it out,”
She cried and took the card
That she had tucked away
Turned it over, laid it down
That card was the Fool card
She said, “This card will be
A part of your whole life
As you journey through years
You will be innocent
But protected by Fate.”
She pulled a last card out
And set it on them all
It was the Judgement card
She said, “You’ll be alright.”
She gathered all the cards
I knew that we were done.
I would consider it
Over the next few years
The reading, the woman
And I soon understood
That cards are merely cards
But God controls the world
I should not care to know
The future or what comes
I’m safe within His hands
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 