We’re all walking blindly
In a state of confusion.
Every time we have something
Figured out,
Understood,
Or at least identified,
Another piece of the puzzle appears
Shattering the image we’ve formed.
We look at it;
Turn it slowly,
Trying to observe it from every angle,
All to see
Where this piece fits in life.
We see a way
To make logic of it
And try our hardest to do so,
But the piece doesn’t fit.
Eventually,
We set it aside
And move on to another project.
Yet we are oblivious
To the fact that
Every tiny thing,
Every fragment of our life,
Every event,
Every encounter,
Every thought,
Is another piece
That we could never find a place for
In our puzzle.
Even those pieces,
We’d wish to discard,
Those which cause us pain and suffering,
Have a place in the puzzle.
A place which cannot be left vacant,
A place which makes
Our lives whole.
To sit back and think about
Just how far we could get
If only we were allowed
To step back
And look at all of the pieces
From a much higher perception,
A much higher intelligence.
Then, I am sure,
We could easily see
The picture so clearly.
However,
This is not an opportunity
We shall receive
Until we are so fortunate
As to look back on our lives,
As we sit contently on Heaven’s floor.
So for now,
We have no choice,
But to go through life confused
And to trust that
Every piece identified,
Every piece set aside,
Every piece overlooked,
Has a place
In the puzzle of life.
Age 14