Piecemeal

Piecemeal   8/5/2014

Yes I was the one

Who let her know

Telling more than I should have

Or perhaps, not near enough.  

None of us, know it all

But we each know a part

Each one  a missing piece

In a giant puzzle. 

Each piece different

With irregular edges

Fitting together precisely

Just like we should. 

Similar and different

We each make a picture

Making sense

In the final result. 

You need a key to unlock the door

And by sharing ideas

We find the truth

Hidden for the longest time

Right under our nose. 

Looking backwards

Everything makes sense

And then all it takes

Is the capstone

To make all work

And make it all complete. 

Without eternity

There is no purpose

And poetry is just

A misfire

Of my dying brain. 

We do what we can

And fling ourselves upwards

Striving every higher

With experience

And effort.  

But life is more

Than an uphill fight

As sometimes the greatest gifts

Are when we fall down. 

Because it is then

That we can learn

That it isn’t about us

But about something far greater

Perfect and sublime. 

Everything works together

And together we make everything work

Just as a circuit board

And a machine. 

We are more

Than what we know

And the converse is also true

That what we build

Can also be destroyed

If the pieces are wrong.   

But all of us together

Create something unique

Altogether different

And better than before. 

Before life there is darkness

But life is deliberate

And beautiful

More than enough to fill the void

Then, now, and forever.