I first discovered this poem from a friend who read it to a large group of students when I was at university. To this day, it is one of my most cherished poems. It has everything: hope, sadness, grief, fondness, history, the past, and looking to the future.

Today, I was reminded of it again when interacting briefly with a friend who decided to end our friendship via an email. I was “too silly”, too much like when we were in secondary school even though we’d been best mates growing up. I am funny, despite some of my more serious, “deeper meaning” kinds of blog posts here, but most of my life, people have thought of me as funny. I am witty (the smartest kind of humor), silly (the more benign, child-like, and sometimes annoying kind of humor), and all kinds of humor in between. I don’t apologize for that. But she truly hurt me. Today, it hit me like a wall all over again. And then this, my favorite poem, came to mind.

Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.

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 our lives.
God moves people in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves a 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.