Poetry About Divine Intervention

I curse the doors that close before my hand. Ten minutes later, sirens fill the crossing. Was it grace, chance, or an ordinary delay? The question follows me beneath the station clock. Faith sometimes enters through an unanswered door. Mystery leaves the latch within our reach.

Look again from the quieter edge. Ten minutes later, sirens fill the crossing. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. The question follows me beneath the station clock. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Mystery leaves the latch within our reach.

I curse the doors that close before my hand. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Was it grace, chance, or an ordinary delay? It returns us to prayer, coincidence, rescue, mystery, faith, and the search for meaning in unexpected turns. Faith sometimes enters through an unanswered door. The day continues with a more attentive heart.