Enigma. Poem by Cecilia Parkin

My enigma is the Enneagram
A sort of 'numbers game',
By choice of numbers one to nine
A pattern will be mine.

This is to determine - just for me
What I do and say......
Who I might meet, and where to go-
Take action in what way.

I look at all the headings
Profiles I study with weight,
I concentrate.....the end's in sight
IT, S FIVE - with a dash of two and eight.

I breathe a sigh of deep relief
My knowledge richly refined
As how to deal with 'this and that'
And endorsed by my profile.

But the biggest question still outlies
The most important too!
Within the order and surmise
Just where do I put God? .