A Puzzle Called Life

A poem is simply an elaborate puzzle;
words waiting to be put together.
The minds of poets should require a muzzle;
and be compelled to wear it forever.

The creation of life is the ultimate poem;
life, itself, constructed from a word;
the author, creator; by many is unknown;
and, words into beings seems absurd.

In the beginning, there was Consciousness;
both male and female, combined;
begetting both love and righteousness;
and a puzzle called life was designed.

Consciousness; the puzzle; devoid of solution;
scrambled symbols and letters around;
those worldly and wise could draw no conclusion;
its solution couldn’t be found.

Thought is the beginning for any construction;
the blueprint for any type of design;
only fools ignore the most logical deduction;
each life is a part of the Divine.

Truth is the maze in the puzzle called life;
wisdom has become its guide;
negotiating truth, causes such great strife;
that some throw wisdom aside.

Logic is a scout in a wilderness of thought;
helping us to find this truth;
wisdom of the ages; by our prayers brought;
revealing God’s love, as proof.

Monty 3/3/23. # 1,475