Who can solve
the puzzle of life?
All the tiny pieces—
the incomprehensible piles
strewn across the table—
plague the mind.
We know there’s a picture there—
somewhere,
but how
and where
and when
do the pieces fit?
…
God knows.
…
Take the piece He gives you,
and lay it at his feet.
One by one,
the pieces will fit
somewhere.
A strange skeleton
will take shape—
a mix of
sad colors
and empty space—
foreshadowed beauty,
if only we knew.
…
And what if the piece in your hand
doesn’t fit
anywhere?
Keep it,
off to one side,
with all the other
mysteries—
needs for unknown days.
Every piece has a place
in God’s work—
somewhere.
…
And then—
when we finally see
the whole picture—
it
will
be
beautiful.
Gratefully His 