The Puzzle

Sometimes my mind starts reflecting
On the bygone days of yesterday ­
And I think of how my life's been shaped,
By little things that happened along the way.

Life often does not follow the path,
Of a plan all mapped out ahead.
Little events, that just seems to happen,
Sometimes determines life's course instead. And I sometimes wonder if there's a reason,
For the life of each person, one and all.
Or is this world just a jigsaw puzzle ­
With God leaving the pieces where they fall? But then I realize that thought is wrong.
Really, I don't think that's it.
God has to move us around at times,
To find that one spot where we fit!

by Purnel Collicott

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