Which Piece am I?

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White
.It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Yes, I gave the blog a face-lift today. It seemed to need something. The old format, though beautiful, had lately reminded me of the storms blowing in my own life. So, something a little brighter, but with just as much symbolism, was in order...and so now, there are puzzle pieces. There may be a new color and a new title, but the story on the page is still very much my own; my struggles, my fears, my insecurities...as well as my hopes, my dreams, and my faith.

I have always been drawn to puzzles. From wintry Christmas vacations in my childhood (when we were still allowed to call in Christmas vacation) to a recent sermon series, I have found myself somehow in sync with the randomness of a puzzle. Liz and I have talked often about our piece of the puzzle and where we fit...and how we would like to know the final picture, but just don't, at least not yet.

I carry a piece of a puzzle in my purse. It's dark blue and has a streak of pink and yellow lightning across it; it was part of a devotion about how "nothing has more possibilities than one picture puzzle piece" from the Shel Silverstein poem above. It's a nice reminder sometimes that my life, from beginning to end, is really nothing more than just one little puzzle piece. I am so grateful for that, and feel so blessed to even be part of the story, muchless have my own piece that only I can have!

The sun has been shining and I feel a little better about life this week. There is something inside me that is still deeply unsettled, but I am getting to a point where I am either content with the disturbance or pretending it's not there. I haven't decided which, yet.


  1. I found your blog with the next blog thing up top. Your post and blog design remind me of my own in a way. My blog, Blue Beach Glass, got it's name from the way I've looked at myself. I feel like my life is the blue bottle sometimes. Connected somehow, or at least at some time, then disconnected (I regulary feel at odds with myself, like multiple personalities with shared memory.) and textured by collisons with the sea, sand, and other bits of glass. I'll let others infer the rest of the implications of this particular metaphor, since part of being clouded worn beach glass if being mysterious and vague. I may never get the pieces together to get the whole detailed picture, but I'll have more fun playing with the colorful bits. Nice Blog. Shel Rocks.

  2. Beautiful new design, Emily!

    And, of course, as always, beautiful writing!

    love meagan