Puzzle Of The World Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Biased opinions stated early in life have a way of fading
as the years go by.

Somehow reality sets in and we begin to allow others the
right to live and enjoy themselves.

We care no more for insistent pictures of fostered growth
and maturity, knowing that all will arrive at the conclusion
of life, as suns set on our final chapters, relieving us of
all duties we thought we had in youth.

So-called rules and religions have swarmed full-term and lie
about, gathering moss and worms, untilled now, by any thoughts
of coercive action or planning.

Rigorous control is no longer needed or wanted, peace has
filled our reasoning and we can no longer fit the puzzle of
the world.

We must become the missing piece now, so we may begin the
next and greatest puzzle of existence, that of our souls
uniting with God's love.