I don’t know why

This is the end of a poem by Hannah Notess exploring why some people experience religion so clearly and others do not.

I don’t know why

some buildings burned to cinders

instantly, while others

only turned a little gray,

just kissed by ash and smoke,

and I don’t know why

God touches down on some of us

and not on others,

and I don’t know why sometimes

a prisoner doesn’t even have

a window to look out of

when he writes Rejoice, rejoice

and other times

an earthquake rattles him free.

via Big, Wild and Unanswerable | Addie Zierman | How To Talk Evangelical.