Unsure

They tell me
sooner or later
all the pieces
will fit together.

I am not so sure.

About this poem. 

This started off as a long, six stanza poem. But I chipped a word here, a line there, and this was what was left.

And don’t get me wrong. God likely has a plan. But I am under no illusion that he’ll always let me in on it. Perhaps he will. Perhaps he won’t. Till then, I’ll have to live in anticipation.

Tom