The Maze to Meaning

The future hides behind a veil of mist, Like stars submerged beneath a boundless sea, I reach with trembling hands, yet only twist In circles, chasing what I cannot see. The road ahead, a labyrinth of stone, Each turn a question left without reply, The walls are tall, the corners stand alone, The echoes of my footsteps wonder why. Creator placed us in this world, a maze, Where every step is both a loss and gain, A puzzle carved by hands we cannot trace, Whose answer lies beyond our earthly pain. We walk through night, in search of dawn’s embrace, Our purpose like a flame we barely hold, Yet in the darkness, we are taught to chase The warmth of something greater, something bold. For every shadow speaks a silent word, Each trial, a map to guide us through the strife, We find ourselves not in what’s often heard, But in the whispered breath of unseen life. And maybe, at the end of this great quest, When pieces fall in place beneath our hand, We’ll find the One who set us on this test— The puzzle solved, the answer gently stands.