A friend of mine does jigsaw puzzles
of a thousand pieces; fits shapes together
to make an alpine scene: blue sky
and icy peaks that almost come alive
with falling snow. Sometimes a detailed map
emerges, or animals with eyes as bright
as those of Homo Sapiens, or cities,
or famous faces that seem so true
they very nearly greet and speak one’s name.
Respect is due another whose puzzles
are of metagalactic style and form, numbering
a trillion to at least a googolplex intrinsic parts,
all needing nourishment and cosmic maintenance.
Behold, on Planet Earth, an avalanche is really wet,
glaciers glide despite some evil intervention.
Elephants in diminished numbers trumpet yet,
and regal lions roar, while monkeys jet from tree
to tree. But what of Adams’s seed?
Anarchy abounds as plague and violence soar,
the moral code discarded into flames.
Still there are multitudes who kneel in awe
and adoration, whispering, “Connect our edges,
redeem the lost and broken bits before
the final hour, for you alone, creator and sustainer,
are our dear Abba Father. In you, through you,
only you, are any puzzles solved, for Yahweh frames
life’s complicated picture, makes all complete.”
New Zealand born Mary Trim, who writes as Marye Trim, has a PhD in English Literature (Loughborough, UK, 1998) and studied journalism at the University of Queensland, Australia. She has authored five published books and hundreds of inspirational articles, stories and poems and was a newspaper columnist for nine years, while also working as missionary teacher in India and Thailand. She feels called to writing ministry and sees herself as akin to those “Out of Zebulon, they who handle the pen of the writer” (Judges 5:14).
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