Why Must The Curtains Close?

Why must seasons end? Why must straight roads turn? Why must the curtains close? Why must the credits roll?

Will the tears ever end? Must as soon as I stop crying about one thing, I begin to cry over something else? Why did I ever ask God to soften me, and pierce me, and let my blood flow?

Can't it be another way? Why would I move here and love here to be yanked away from it?

Today, I walked the city street one last time. Streets that I have often walked in prayer. I walked by the fence that I dream about. Even before I had ever walked that section of town, I had dreams of the ghetto, and a fence. That fence. There is no bike leaning up against it, like in my dreams. At least no bike on the side that I walk past. But without a doubt, it's that fence. As I passed the fence, and continued up the street, a car came flying down the hill, and a girl was shrieking from inside. Not far behind was a police car, in pursuit. I wondered why God turned my heart to the city, why I love it so much, and why that scene didn't panic me.

Why did God bring me here, and make my soul fall in love? Why did He open doors to a place to live and a job in Cockeysville? Why did I have to walk by an apartment for rent in the city today? Why couldn't the sign have gone up tomorrow? Must I be torn like this? Why must I love so intensely a place I normally would have run from, a place that would have made me uncomfortable, a place that would make me fearful? Why must these seven months end so abruptly? Why must the curtains close?

When can I come back, God? Will You bring me back?