Fit Me In Somewhere

FIT ME IN SOMEWHERE

Fit me in somewhere
in this giant jigsaw, God,
somewhere in this work of art
you’re working,
select a space my shape can fill
and with a puzzle maker’s skill
let my contours find their fit without contortion.
Teach me which patch I am, God,
in the cosmic quilt you’re quilting.
Show me where my square of selfhood is of use.
Let the colourful complexities
of the pattern that is me
find their purpose in the placement that you choose.
Show me my position, God,
in this group photograph.
Stand me where you want me to stand.
Put me next to whom you will.
Make me stand, for good or ill,
precisely in the place your plan demands.
Tell me what I am, God,
in this body you are building:
a tongue to taste,
a nerve to serve,
an ear to hear.
Give me grace
to not be, gracefully,
the parts I am not called to be
and to play with elegance
the roles I’m given.
Fit me in somewhere
in this giant jigsaw, God,
somewhere in this work of art you’re working.
Weave your wondrous tapestry
until the twisted, tangled threads of me,
surrendered to your artistry,
form an image that is beautiful to see.

— Author Unknown