bits and fragments

Bits and fragments pull at my mind
All a jumble not making one coherent
Statement or thought, just a tumble
In the mind to dwell on and toss about
The struggle of living in a limited
Way, the pull of sacred on the day,
Does God need defending? Surrender
Where will they tumble next, round
And round, what if we truly believed
In loves power, what if we let others
Find their own spiritual depth and
Rejoice when they do, even when the
Path is different, all a tumble of thoughts
It doesn't matter that none leads to the
Next, its the questions that matter and
The road of silence that leads to deepen