“Holy Hands!”

(John Casey) Photo by Jacqueline Casey

I dreamt last night I attend
the Church of the Holy Hands!
Firm fanatics, believers brew;
a congregation of Fifty-Two.

“Have pocket aces in your stew
before you receive your due;
before glory rains upon you, too!”

I genuflect, bow and find a pew
as the devil shoves his chips my way.
All my Hold’em followers chant: “Tsk-tsk.
It ain’t ‘gamblin’, you fool!
Just a calculated risk!”

 (write a 66 word piece.  Include the word, fanatic.)