Not Too Poetry

Sometimes you need a movie that bypasses most of your grey matter and lodges somewhere between your gut and your heart. Forrest Gump is one of those movies. I wrote this on a babysitting night a while ago. I tweaked it a little today – and well, here it is, with a nod to Forrest Gump, the movie.

Sometimes there weren’t enough rocks.
Sometimes nowhere near enough tears. 
Sometimes no matter how far I ran,
I was slowed by too many years.

Then once in a while the rain would stop 
and the clouds would thin just a little,
long enough to show me the stars,
enough to shed light on life’s riddle.

Is life a box of chocolates?
Or can we choose whatever we please?
Are each of us here with a purpose?
Or are we a feather blown on a breeze?

Can our choices make a real difference?
Can we navigate storms that we face?
In the end is it down to old father fate?
Or is there truely an offer of grace?

[Spoiler – its grace.]