Puzzle Piece

You gave me one,
A Puzzle Piece,
Week before last,
Just as You had designed.
In that moment,
I could almost see it,
The Puzzle Piece,
in my cupped hands.

I've been asking for one,
A Puzzle Piece,
Practically begging for one.
But when I could see it, finally,
And when I realized that
What I was holding was
What I'd been waiting for,
I could barely breathe.

I know where this piece goes:
In the Great Puzzle of my life,
Though I've no idea which place it occupies.
Is it a corner piece? Center?
Must I turn it clock-wise, to fit?
Have the pieces around it been placed?
I will hold it, study it carefully,
Until You tell me precisely where it goes.

I know something's coming,
Something will start to take shape,
And I will see what can't be seen now:
The image on the Puzzle Piece,
The place where it's to go,
And the correct timing of these movements.
I will understand--then--the purpose
Of what lies in my hands now.