The pieces lay before you,
Scattered all around.
How can sense be made of it?
Suddenly you see two pieces,
Two pieces that look alike.
You try to fit them together,
It works,
It is a start,
The future seems endless.
Ever so slowly pieces come together
Until that time you have a frame,
That frame needs to be filled.
In time more pieces come together
Until a picture starts to become visible.
Some pieces fit so easily to bring happiness,
Others are a struggle to put together
And sadness and rancour come over you.
At last you can see it,
You can see a goal,
Somewhere to aim.
As each piece is found
Life becomes clearer,
Until that time when the end is in sight,
And as the last piece of the jigsaw is placed
Your life is complete,
And moves on to that infinite jigsaw,
That is Your Spirit.