Puzzle

At birth You handed me,
a lifetime of puzzle pieces to be,
built without a picture to see,
one puzzle piece a day was your plea.
Starting with the corners of love,
infinite from above,
building the sides with strong faith,
definitely not one of a wraith.
Filling it with colourful creation,
with feelings of elation,
pieces filled with tears,
others of horrible fears.
Forty years later,
I start seeing the Creator,
the picture is almost complete,
one of a poet and a blank sheet.
What will my next piece reveal,
or is it something I want to conceal,
hear now my plea,
was this the picture You wanted to see?