Completing the Puzzle

There is no way to complete the puzzle of life until all the pieces are discovered.
I have found several:

A few existing in the past, buried beneath denial
One meshed in the heart, stopping anything resembling remorse
Three entangled in the trees outside life
Swinging and singing to and fro with ill winds.

And some have appeared somewhat miraculously:

Many in the holding of small hands
One in the reappearing dream of happiness
A large jagged piece in the eyes
And thousands of tiny glinting clues, hiding in the stars.



Life continues on whether all the pieces are brought into being or not
Completing its own puzzle, of which my findings are but a continuous compulsory involvement…

MariJo Moore © Sept 16, 2012