The Maker

There have been countless times where God has whispered inspiration to me - for my writing - through the words of others. A few weeks ago, my mum came to me with some advice. As she thought about a situation I was going through, the image of a puzzle came to her. She told me I couldn't force the last piece if it wasn't made to fit - that maybe, there was another piece for me to find. My heart couldn't let that concept go until I dwelt on it a little more. This was the result:

The Maker

She runs a hand over each painted piece, fingers feeling the smooth wood of their meandering edges. They are scattered before her - moon, sun, stars. She has already found the framework. Royal blues, midnight skies. A determined mind has connected. She has boxed in her dreams, shielding them from a hungry universe. I have no room to breathe here.

She runs a hand over each painted piece, desperately searching for the answer. Three sided with a splash of deep green youth. She slots it in. Examining the horizon, she stretches out and grabs another. Three sided, dotted with a pale hue of blossoming promise. She smiles. Her safe haven is fitted together, the rest a jumble of spare parts, waiting to be chosen, waiting to finish this puzzle.

She runs a hand over each painted piece seeking comfort. Everything else has been carefully accounted for.

I have no room to breathe here.

The picture is there now. She is almost ready. It is a fragmented picture though. She grasps the last painted peace, a reflection of the soul, and tries to settle it into its empty home. She tugs, she pushes, she jambs it between past and present, but her future rejects this shard - no matter how much force she expends, there is a hole in her puzzle. The russet of wisdom and the sunny orange of faith shed light on her truth.

I am nearly done forming her, in all her perfect beauty. I hand her the missing peace. She leans into me and I wrap my arms around her. For now the puzzle is incomplete. But I am the maker, not she. I have captured her newfound trust in me. When the time is right, I will hand her a heart of the utmost brilliance. For now, my love stands in the gap, filling all voids. I am the puzzle maker.

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