A lifetime of making things from pieces Family from people Programs from instructions Cabinets of wood, hinges, and knobs Poems from words Each more than the sum of its parts
No surprise now To crave puzzles and models By a person of pieces Bone, blood, and flesh Mind, body, and spirit More than the sum of its parts
But what if the pieces don’t fit? What if the sum is incongruous? Like our world, flawed and mysterious Nothing we see being perfect Yet endlessly sustaining itself With perseverance, beauty, and love
We too, flawed and mysterious, Are the unique pieces of eternity The puzzle of our existence Fitting perfectly in its framework
Judith Dubin had studied English literature in college and was focused on a career in writing, but the blowing wind made its own direction and her passion for the written word was put aside. In 2007, after 47 years as a computer programmer, she began documenting her life and experiences in poetry.
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