Trying to assemble the myriad parts.
But know this - no one has within themselves.
All the pieces to their puzzle.
Like before the days when they used to seal.
Jigsaw puzzles in cellophane. Insuring that...
All the pieces were there.
Everyone carries with them at least one, And probably
many pieces to someone else's puzzle.
Sometimes they know it.
Sometimes they don't.
And when you present your piece.
Which is worthless to you,
To another, whether you know it or not,
Whether they know it or not,
You are a messenger of the Most High.
