If the Truth be Known

It became known across the many mountains and valleys of everywhere that from birth we all carry a piece of the puzzle inside of us.  A birthright.  A gift for all.  Truth would be revealed to each if all were simply willing to share with the others what was already theirs to give. 

All were encouraged to reflect upon this knowing so that the community might receive the gift that was theirs to give. 

A gathering was called.  A date in the coming spring was set for all to bring their singular pieces together.  That which had eluded them since the beginning was finally within their grasp.  

Each and all set upon their task in anxious delight.  Each worked well into the night to craft their piece of the puzzle with its unique shape, unique color, a unique portion of the message inscribed. 

Except she. 

For all her praying, for all her pacing, for all the love welling up inside her tiny body, she could not conjure a puzzle piece as everyone else had. 

Everyone. 

Everyone except she. 

As that day in spring arrived she was left with nothing. 

No knowing. 

No gift. 

No one in sight. 

They were all at the gathering, each reverently interlocking their piece with those of the others.

As that day of gathering grew long the silence around her called her forward.  She had become curious to leave her mountain top in order to gaze upon what the others have made.   

In spite of her lingering disappointment. 

In spite of her embarrassment. 

In spite of the great distance to travel.

She came upon the great gathering only to find the faithful in a state of muttering disbelief.  Confusion had confined the thoughts of the many after each had interlocked their piece with the others with ease.  After everyone beheld the perfection of their creation.   After all had been invited forward to decipher the message before them. 

No one could. 

No one did. 

No one understood that which had become. 

She, being the last to enter, approached the great creation as everyone around her fell silent, abandoned.  In a knowing that only she could share, she solved the great mystery for all who had gathered by simply saying,

“you have it upside down”

And so it was. 

So now we know.

The Truth be known when all have shared even unto she who only understood upon her arrival.



God

God is in the house preparing supper as we play games in the garden, games that we have chosen in order to frighten ourselves even unto death.

“Save us !!!”, we cry as we struggle with our imaginary demons.

“You are already saved”, is the loving response, offered through 
an open patio door.