Bits and Pieces

DRL NOTE: I attended a funeral this afternoon and heard a poem used which I had not heard before. I thought it had a powerful point and was going to ask some of the family members for a copy of it. Back at home I looked for it on the internet and found it. It was listed as being written by good old ANONYMOUS. Sometimes poetry is inaccurately attributed to ANONYMOUS. If you know who wrote it, let me know and I will attribute it properly. As I found it, it was in prose format, so I may have messed it up from the original poetry stanzas, etc.

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
People. People important to you,
People unimportant to you,
Cross your life,
Touch it with love and move on.

There are people who leave you
And you breathe a sigh of relief and,
Wonder why you ever came into contact with them.
There are people who leave you,
And you breathe a sigh of remorse and,
Wonder why they had to go and leave such a gaping hole.

Children leave parents,
Friends leave friends.
Acquaintances move on.
People change homes.
People grow apart.

Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on.
You think of the many people
Who have moved in and out of your hazy memory.
You look at those present and wonder.

I believe in God’s master plan in lives.
He moves people in and out of each other’s lives,
And each leaves his mark on the other.
You find you are made up of bits and pieces
Of all who have ever touched your life.
You are more because of them, and
Would be less if they had not touched you.

Pray that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and
Wonder, and never question and never regret.
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.

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