We are a part of the puzzle

imagesOne year, for the holidays my mom gave each of the children a copy of this poem and a puzzle piece.  It has traveled with me to several new jobs and offices and has started great conversations with friends and colleagues.  It is a gentle reminder that we all add to the larger puzzle picture.

As life feels like it is in free fall right now I reread this poem and remember all the pieces fit together and those people who and pieces that make up the picture are always there, no matter what.

Each lifetime is the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

For some there are more pieces.

For others, the puzzle is more difficult to assemble.

Some seem to be born with a nearly completed puzzle.

And so it goes.

Souls going this way and that

trying to assemble the myriad of parts.

But know this; you do not have within yourself

All the pieces to your puzzle.

Like before the days when they sealed

Jigsaw puzzles in cellophane, insuring that

All the pieces were there.

Everyone carries with them at least one and probably

Many pieces to someone else’s puzzle.

Sometimes they know it.

Sometimes they don’t.

And when you present your piece

Which is worthless to you,

To another, whether you know it or not,

You are a messenger from the Most High.

…from Lawrence Kushner, Eyes Remade for Wonder, 1998

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