The Answer (Poem)

how do you pick up the pieces

of a puzzle without a picture?

how do you recall the beams

of a light without a fixture?

thoughts come unattended

like knives thrown from behind,

the past arrives unmended,

casting fragments still left to find.

so how do you forget

when remembrance remains?

or how are you supposed to heal

with so many untended stains?

the world comes in parade

like a lover's voice in the dawn,

but leaves with its promises unmade,

recasting the pain that's never gone.

so how do you cope

in a universe without end?

or how do you write

in a cosmos still un-penned?

no answer comes in a shrug,

like logic without a care,

until Light gives the dark a tug,

And the answer Himself is there.