Life is a Puzzle
The pieces can fit together with time.
Abstract Still Life by Cheryl O Art
Life doesn’t make sense. So much is a mystery.
If you live a thoughtful life, which seems the only way to be truly alive, there can be a growing understanding of what is important to you, and how it fits together in your life.
While painting, I pondered these things, when the poetry muse came and sat on my shoulder. She quite insisted. I had to put the brush into water and jot down this poem.
Jigsaw Puzzle — by Cheryl O Art
Jigsaw piecesAll in a jumble.Laughter spilling overBits of life’s tumbles.Wasting, but no! It’s treasured time.Shredded bits of sadness allLeft behind.
Puzzle piecesFalling in placeThe more that fits inThe more holy this space.Loving the lifescape. In love with the colours.Finding friends who puzzle too!Loving others.
I was sureThat blue went there.Wrong preconceptionsAll hot air.We lost the lid. We did not knowThe heart-rending beauty that lifeCould grow.
Jigsaw puzzleMaking sense nowBeauty flows togetherDespite not knowing how.Failings all forgotten, the jigsaw almost done.When the picture is finishedI must run.
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