Sometimes

Sometimes we see what we were meant to be

Sometimes we grasp what we were meant to hold

Sometimes the Son pulls the veil from our eyes

And we can see His message in a single soul

Those times are precious, lucent and rare

Like the quiet space in the middle of prayer

If we can let go of “I” and “me”

Sometimes we see what we were meant to be

In memory of Chadwick Boseman, a true hero