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Life's Mosaic
© April 1988, Roy Stucky

Life's mosaic has many parts
Unseen on periodic charts.
Life's mosaic has many parts
We weave into our chosen arts.

The child who wonders at the flower
The father chained to traded hours.
Emotions spun from music's score
The stench of bloody death in war.

The moonlight dance of singing streams
The system grinding slender dreams.
The pain then joy of giving birth
The heat-death of the Universe.

Life's mosaic has many parts
Unseen on periodic charts.
Life's mosaic has many parts
We weave into our chosen arts.

The eyes of a wife
The fanatic's strife.
Love's embrace
Or the slap in the face.
Cosmic dewdrops
Hitler's cops -
Napalm and atomic clocks.
Each tile upon the board
Must serve our Lord.

Life's mosaic has many parts
Unseen on periodic charts.
Life's mosaic has many parts
We weave into our chosen arts.
Our mosaic will shape the heart
Of those yet to start -
On Life.

 


The basic idea of the song is that life is a complex picture we try to assemble for the pieces we have encountered either directly or through communicated ideas. Good things and evil things, wheat and tares, grow up together. We must become mature enough to know to rejoice in the good and resist the bad instead of the childish poles of nievete or cynicism. Real life is complicated. As Heinlein wrote,
"Specialization is for insects."