My life is like a jigsaw puzzle.
I think I have all the pieces,
Though I feel like some are missing.
My edge pieces, what you see, is mostly assembled.
There are dark places, or at least all gray,
Inside that I haven’t fully put together; I’m waiting till I get the shapes I know identified and then put together.
I really don’t have a picture on a box to go by in this.
I never thought I was trying to make a coherent picture of my life, till now.
Now I’m heavily involved in finding the right pieces that snap together to show the image that is my life.
I thought of this as I started my morning meditation.
I had to stop meditating because this idea about puzzles was racing through my mind,
Else I would forget what I was thinking.
Assembling the puzzle pieces places disparate events in juxtaposition.
Now I see how getting spanked then relates to spanking my children later in my life.
And how that prohibits me from doing it now.
Get the picture?
There is an unfinished corner area that is the rest of my life.
I have learned to step away from the puzzle table sometimes, so that, upon my return, I will immediately find that piece I had been hunting for the last half hour.
My pieces are comingled with pieces others have given me,
People willing to share what they see in me.
I cannot give up on this picture puzzle, it haunts me day and night.
Do you have anything to add?
– Small town boy