And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay.
True, it may seem like a stretch
But it’s thoughts like this that
Catch my troubled head when you’re away
When I am missing you to death.
They will see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
“Come down now,” but we’ll stay…
