Holy, ever-present mystery,


I bring to You the bits and pieces of my life.


Like working a jigsaw puzzle


We sort through them


To see what we might create.


The puzzle’s pattern grows as we work.


A picture begins to take shape,


Then new pieces appear.


How will we make them fit in?


Do some pieces need to be removed?


Together, we will find the patterns


In this appearing chaos called my life.