The Glass Door

*For this poem, which I got during a late night worship with my youth group (so, I wrote it around 1:30 AM), God gave me the idea for two different endings; however, I couldn't and still can't decide which is the best, so I give you both and you can choose which fits you better.*


She looked inside the door one day,
Curious what was inside.
To her disappointment, it was another door,
This one of a glass so opaque
Nothing was visible.
She tried to brush off the dust,
But when a few particles drifted away,
Still she could not see though.
Determined to see though to the other side
She scratched with her nail
Decided that if it was dirt
She would scrape it off until it was clean.
She was sure there was crystal clear,
Sparkling glass underneath.
Her efforts got her nowhere
The glass was as opaque
As the very beginning.
“Won’t you help me, please?”
She uttered the words quietly at first.
To her delight, the glass became
Suddenly lighter.
Squinting, it still wasn’t enough.
“Oh please, I must see through!
Just a little bit more?”
She was pleading now, desperate.
The glass cleared some more
Enough to see shadows.
Oh, but how she longed to see
Just what those shadows were!
Some were people, other places, and some
It was impossible to tell.
Her eyes filled up with tears
And one escaped
“Oh, may I not see the rest?
It is so close, I can taste it!
Will I never get to see what is behind?”
A voice spoke softly,

Option 1:
 “If you are so desperate to see
What lies beyond this glass,
Why don’t you try opening the door?
It was never locked;
It was just waiting for you
To want to step through.”

Option 2:
“One by one, piece by piece,
You will be able to see clearly –
Only at the end
Will you ever see
All clear, all at once,
In perfect, whole order.
It is not for you to see
Yet.
Just wait patiently, my child.
One day your destiny
And your place in this Kingdom
Will be seen clearly.”

 This is how I often feel about life - unfortunately, I don't know which ending is supposed to happen in my own life yet.  Sometimes I think it is both, just not all at once.  But how am I to know yet?  God will reveal His plan as He sees fit.  Sometimes situations require us to take only one step at a time as God reveals, where other times He wants to reveal much to us.  But however it happens, we walk by faith and not by sight and God is good. 

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