Of course
it was incomplete.
A narrative
a small glimpse
(are there large ones?)
is more of what it really was,
just a piece of
a story of
a then,
a particular time.
Parts
of where
and how
and when
I placed my faith in Christ
weaved themselves throughout,
though that was not the original intent.
I can only hope
that is the case
more often
that I actually mean it to be.
I can only hope
His fingerprints
show up everywhere
even when I’m not explicitly trying
to find them
search for them or
point them out.