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
Backfromtheborderlands's Blog 
Enjoyed this one, nice tone.
Mike
Thank you!
I love this Julie. I have often thought that I was a missing puzzle piece, in the wrong puzzle – the missing piece from another one. This poem so beautifully captures the picture of God putting puzzle pieces together as we walk towards light…Thank you for this reflection.
Thank you Marilyn!