A Jigsaw of Life
Turning pieces face up we begin
picking out the straight edges.
Working to establish the margin
we fix the boundary, the outer edge
from where we follow patterns and lines
gradually revealing a picture,
framed to capture a scene that outlines
an observation frozen in time.
In life I begin from the centre
discovering what will fit with me,
interlocking, exploring outwards,
growing patterns that become my life.
I will find without need for margins
how I'm formed with you in a design
beyond the limits of a boundary.
I do not see the world through square eyes.
Our horizons are not limited,
together with others we connect
and exchange, joined to an adventure
that reveals what it means to belong
to be held by the Other – embraced.
But the puzzle is never complete:
later in life if I'm losing it,
puzzling over faces and places,
finding memories no longer fit,
I shall need that boundary, edge pieces
containing me among those I love.
Then when all is done and I am gone
it will be time to gather my pieces
in a box, archived yet unbounded –
unbounded that I may live as part
of God's eternal jigsaw of life.
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