From the chaos of time

I sought some semblance of sense

Like tiny black notes

Desperate to dance in a duet

On white sheets of substance.

From the musty mildew of question marks

I laid bare my aspirations

Like pieces of a puzzle

Laid bare on the tiled floor

of my life.

From the let-down of locked dreams

I eventually conferred the keys

To the One Who guides my steps

Just far enough away

To connect all the dots.

“I was created for the sole purpose of serving my Maker.”

– The Sages

© 2021 Chaim Yochanan Cohen – All Rights Reserved

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