Like an abstract collage,
the canvas that I am, is comprised
of scraps parsed into a whole.
An element here may reveal a snippet
of truth, another may misdirect and still
others may confound. And where is
the mighty hand that guides? Are there yet
clues to the mystery? Ah, if only the answers
were to be simply revealed.
Look deeper than the pixelated surface,
to see that truly, my Beloved is the one breathing
life into each flower, field, lily and stream.
Let your eyes be your only guide,
as pieces of Jesus appear, Buddha’s hand
arises, and Krishna’ fiery breath blows across
the scene- scattering ashes to the four winds.