Pieces

I am a puzzle piece

Of certain shape and size

My edges rough and jagged

My contours fall and rise

I connect to other pieces

Distinct, though much like me

Our edges matched and welded

Fitting picture perfectly

We form a bigger image

Often hard to see

Yet we feel a bond quite strong

When side and side agree

Some pieces, though, are missing

Searching elsewhere for a place

Yearning for connection

In some other distant space

I used to be a vagabond

A wandering puzzle piece

Afraid to show my longings

In hopes that they would cease

I thought my shape could change

I could fit a different mold

So I wished and begged and pleaded

For a new self to unfold

I tried so many places

To find a perfect fit

At times I felt secure

But my soul would not commit

Then, one day I realized

My figure could not change

My sides were set by birth

Only God could rearrange

I no longer tried to fit

In places I could not

And let my longings guide

By each pulse and urge and thought

I found what I was looking for

Was present all along

As the Spirit gently moved me

To a place I still belong

My sides may not be perfect

My edges curved and straight

I do not know their purpose

But accept them as my fate

For in this giant puzzle

We call humanity

God has shaped and formed us

To the piece we're meant to be

If we try to be a corner

For which we weren't designed

Our lives become a falsity

And truth we cannot find

Each piece within the puzzle

Has a certain, special role

Without it, left unfinished

But with it, we are whole