Fragments

Fragments of each other’s life.
Some brief encounters here,
Brief conversations there.
Fragments and parts,
Hints of who we really are.
Impossible it is
To encompass the whole
Of each other’s life.
Like an incomplete puzzle
Gaping holes and pieces missing.
Our imagination left to fill in the gaps;
Often incorrect and incomplete.
We are left with only
The fragments of each other’s life we hold.
Fragments taken in prayer
To the One who knows the whole.
Prayer for one another
Springing from the fragments
Of each other’s life we hold.

(July 20, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)