Missing pieces
To the puzzle of my life
Fall into place
Not all at once
Bur as I keep moving forward
Along the path
Laid out for me
Round the bend
The fog clears
Answers come.
The worse thing I can do
Is to stop moving
That is when
The fog gets thicker
The voices from the darkness
Grow louder
The vines begin to tangle my feet.
As I start to move again
Towards the light
Hope arises in my heart
Joy springs into a song
I laugh out loud
With each purposeful step
Here comes another piece
To the mystery of my life!
© 2012 Julie Clark