Why the hurry,
and the angst?
The questions making tracks
to circle upon themselves.
What is not complete,
will in a flash too quick for thought
The pieces that now exist
separate in pockets and drawers
with ill-fitting edges,
that they have no partners,
will find their place
without our help,
that the map will have no
dark place yet undiscovered.
The things we reach for now
into the abyss,
and keep the remembrance in our heart
will one day emerge into profile.
And while we wait,
we remember how,
we are already found,
right here where we’re meant to live.
Dreaming has its place,
and longing points to spaces
we’re to fill
with the things we can reach out and touch.
To love what’s given us,
knowing God has a way of wrapping safe
contents not intact,
that we can trust what exists yet incomplete.
And perhaps, in the day of restoration
we might see what mattered most
in the shedding of light upon truth.
That those things of real import
were the matters in our hands taking shape,
that in that day
we might be another’s puzzle complete.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry