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.