“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”

~ Ecclesiastes 3:11

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Jagged black jigsaw pieces—

chaotic shards—

lie on the preschool rug.

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Tiny fingers poke the edges,

struggling to construct.

Tears welling like lava.

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Grown fingers cradle small ones,

struggling to console.

Tears welling like lava.

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Gnarled fingers cradle grown ones,

struggling to counsel.

Tears welling like lava.

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Jagged black jigsaw pieces—

chaotic shards—

lie on the rest home rug.