Poetry - Sometimes

Some things call, softly. Some things almost force you. Sometimes a bird sings and tells you where to go and sometimes every door you're standing in front of slams shut right in your face. In everything is grace and love. Sometimes you find hope in the most unexpected places. Reading a blog entry on a web-development website or listening to a ticket-man talk to a passenger on the train home. Sometimes you want to go for survival, for security. Sometimes you want to go for purpose, touchedness or the great secret. Sometimes the world is a barren, loveless machine and loneliness is your only company. Sometimes the world is a temple of heaven and unity. Sometimes, it is a fun wrestle with the elements. Sometimes its a hard game of chess against cold, faceless power. Watching the tides roll out and in, worlds appear and dissapear. Sometimes your soul says yes. Sometimes you sense purpose and depth. God is patient. You are free to answer. Sometimes you listen. Sometimes you close your ears. Sometimes you doubt. Sometimes you see.