Crossings

Our souls cross paths of others,

Random chance or meant to be?

Can we perceive the truth of life,

If we do not see as others see?

Our hearts were given,

To provide us vision,

The power to see,

Requiring decision.

Souls cross the paths of others,

Like threads in a tapestry,

Once crossed they are woven,

With a lifetime of love,

Or a quick smile in a street,

Faces are never really forgotten,

Branded on the heart when souls meet.

God gave us himself in each other,

With no single face capturing all of his,

Yet he gave us free will to choose,

Because words and actions change lives,

Changing the course of another heart,

Making the simplest things most powerful,

For we can inspire another to lose hope,

Or to go out and change the world.

Meetings can never be random,

When we have power to choose what will be,

We may not understand the meaning,

Good will come even when we do not see.

I have planted many seeds in my travels,

Without seeing the fruit they did bring,

Yet when my eyes close under the stars,

My heart can hear other souls sing.