Puzzle of the Mind

A thousand pieces lie around,
each one a fragment to be found,
yet scattered far upon the ground,
without a sound, without a sound.

Each part belongs, though not yet whole,
an image formed within the soul,
a quiet dream, a hidden goal,
to make us whole, to make us whole.

With patience firm and steady hand,
we place each piece to understand,
a puzzle crafted slowly planned,
to help us stand, to help us stand.

And when at last the picture's clear,
we see what brought us slowly here,
each shape now fit, each shadow near,
no need for fear, no need for fear.