Making The World Familiar

I can see your eyes fixed on me, so much distance between us have we crossed. When we finally close the gap, there is no need for words: you pour the pieces into my cupped hands. Your voice I hear within me: 'Puzzle a picture out of these pieces, tease the truth from this turmoil.' It is what was born to hear. It's as if I must choose a book at random from a great bookcase, and it's the right book that I take! I know the remaining tasks will test me to my limits. Such is Fate. Still the next time we meet, in a season yet to be determined, we will be the reality of blessed souls.