The pieces can fit together with time.
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 pieces
All in a jumble.
Laughter spilling over
Bits of life’s tumbles.
Wasting, but no! It’s treasured time.
Shredded bits of sadness all
Left behind.
Puzzle pieces
Falling in place
The more that fits in
The more holy this space.
Loving the lifescape. In love with the colours.
Finding friends who puzzle too!
Loving others.
I was sure
That blue went there.
Wrong preconceptions
All hot air.
We lost the lid. We did not know
The heart-rending beauty that life
Could grow.
Jigsaw puzzle
Making sense now
Beauty flows together
Despite not knowing how.
Failings all forgotten, the jigsaw almost done.
When the picture is finished
I must run.
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