Wandering State

Once, it was said to myself, that I'd put the pieces back together.
I don't know if it was broken in the first place.
Torn and tattered, but who's to say it doesn't fit.
Chaos upclose, I've found the entropy to be Godsent.
We recollect then unwind.
Trying to find meaning for this time
I've found it's not as difficult as we might make.
Just a confusion created by a wandering state.
The avoidance of disaster is well rehearsed.
To be kept safe is to be reserved.
The beauty is in the search
To questions we unearth.
The answers might be irrelevant.
This experience is of itself a church.