Jigsaw Poem by Richard Trembath

How testing is the task we face
To make the pieces fit
As we approach life's jigsaw,
Our own picture, bit by bit?

If we are blessed with fortune
And we quickly find a blend
Of matching colours close at hand
That make each tile a friend

They slowly start the picture
And with confidence it grows;
The more we build, the easier
To see where each piece goes.

But sometimes at Life's Table
There's a piece that's out of reach,
We know full well we need it
For our lives to be complete.

We know precisely where it fits,
The colours tell us so,
But if it's unattainable
We have to let it go.

And sadly it's too often so
In life's imperfect mile
We can't complete the picture
For the lack of one small tile.