We are but fragments of the Whole
Each soul left wanting on the brink of its becoming.
We think in trinket parts; in stops and starts,
Gathering in our tiny visions as though they weren't illusions!
How vain we are; each caught inside his own venue,
Our finite menu the only "Specialty of the Day"!
But still we beg the day for more to find,
Something found and lost Divine, is what we seek anew
For something Holy whisper-speaks calling us to task
And we can see our mirrored mask askew in what we ask.
Our truth is unforgiving!
Our lies a living shattered glass
Refracted light a scattered mass,
Our destiny, our chosen path.
Yet on the 'morrow we can change our way.
Sorrow caged in shadow reminds us not to stray
As one by one we piece our hearts
Into the knowing that we knew existed,
Into the patchwork quilt of wholeness
We have so long resisted!