Life’s Scramble In The Cryptic Carousel

     Below,

Nothing is told,

That is not already known.

     Herein lies the existence

Of letters and words

In rows.

     Before anything else,

In life’s deliberation dialogue,

     Cast your bread

Upon the water,

Go forth by the Hand of God,

His manna will plot

The right course,

For you…

And for the good of all.

     The top hat

Calls on that hand,

Which automatically knows,

The placing of the right material,

On matter’s stand.

     Like the sword 

In the stone,

There is only one worthy enough,

To distinguish wisdom,

From the hardened heart,

Blinded by,

The con of man.

     When the sense is done

By His creation,

The hat and the sword are one.

     Unforeseeable,

And beyond human manifestation,

An event,

Will null and void

The shake of a hand.

     Sometimes,

An answer is,

Simple is as simple does.

     Take it as you like it,

Or don’t take it at all,

These nuances,

Are droplets of life,

On the beach beneath,

God’s heavenly waterfall.

Catbird in the grass, eating worms.  C. E. Eksuzian 2015

Catbird in the grass, eating worms. C. E. Eksuzian 2015

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