Missing Puzzle Piece
P Patti Masterman
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Everyone toils at the working
the opening, unfolding
into other blooming dimensions,
Mirroring the centerpiece of the divine;
The spot where the light enters and god transcends
toiling ceaselessly, arriving endlessly
As the unfathomable holds our drowning gaze
Toward one missing puzzle piece.
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