Me, I’m still a mystery…

Me, I’m still a mystery…
I am apt to create anything…
Eager to get into the spotlight…
With me, anything goes.

I can do certain things and not others…
I know some answers and not others…
I live between love and confusion and exhilaration…
Understanding that facts and faith can be two different things.

I am shaped thus so…
My short legs help in my wanderings…
There is always a treasure reserved for me out there, somewhere…
Each day I must go out and find it.

So is this enough, or should I have more?
Should I let the fortune teller draw a single card?
Become a monk pup and only pray?
Or simply study the words of the wise?

I don’t think so!
The audience of my life is only me…
Me, like you, have been given the most wonderful of gifts…
I unwrap them anew each day…
And am always at peace.

I love you,

Annie