Missing Puzzle Piece Poem by Patti Masterman

Missing Puzzle Piece



Everyone toils at the working
the opening, unfolding
into other blooming dimensions,
Mirroring the centerpiece of the divine;

The spot where the light enters and god transcends
toiling ceaselessly, arriving endlessly
As the unfathomable holds our drowning gaze

Toward one missing puzzle piece.

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