GOD’S CHANCES ARE NEVER BY CHANCE
The interweaving of God’s love is endless.
It’s a wind, a breeze, a bird that draws our gaze,
A stop to make way for a passer-by,
A minute lost, a day ahead, a week late,
A stranger, an incident, an accident, a stumble, a fall,
A cold, a pharmacy, a nurse,
An old lady with no one to carry her shopping bags,
A smiling young man, a beautiful sad girl,
An impression, an impulse, a daydream,
A collapsed world, a death, another death, a season of deaths,
A friend, a book, a melody, a color,
A scent, a perfume, a song, a dream, a scar
A déjà vu, a vision, a sudden wish,
A strange assuredness, a unique feeling, a mutual feeling,
One sorrow, two, three, many losses,
One birth, two, three, a new dream,
A spirit that lifts up, silent voices that echo, alien resolves that arise,
Strength arises from death, the spirit quivers inside us—an angel ministers to us,
A light with no origin, a sun on the inside, a hope that prevails,
A day that forgets the evil, an evil that doesn’t know who it is any more, a more that is neither more nor less.
Because of all this, and much more, what is put in does not add up and what is taken is not missed—when life is God, and when everything in it only leads us to Him.
Translated by F. R. Castelo Branco | August 2007
From the original “ACASO É O CASO DE DEUS”