This puzzle of humanity is where my piece fits in the grand mosaic.  Unfolding riddles, stories told again and those yet to be written, featuring marvelous daughters, wonderful sons, landscapes, lawyers and legend.  Why were any of us chosen to be written into the manuscript at certain moments bringing with us answers, talents and voice to change the course of circumstance or to constructively weave our individual stitching into time?

My thoughts cry out in awestruck, joy.  I see delightful resemblance in every face, every smile, even in panicked emotion.  This world is my family, being alone amongst seven billion siblings, impossible.  Some will remember, others forget and a few volunteer.  A gauntlet of cherished gifts and freedom given to the undeserving with foreknowledge of becoming.

With great big crocodile tears at our every movement, I imagine the Eyes of God upon each of us.  Eyes beyond the sands, hills, valley and trees.  None of us less or more than any other, each one adorable and worth it.  A Father’s love for every child.  Their pain His suffering, their joy His delight, their toil His to use for good.  In all His glory, this light He gave for all to see.  Amen.

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