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
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