The Reason

The bus came,
the bus went
without me having a ride.
The throw went,
the catch came
to get me out despite a slide.
The shot up,
the shot traveled
only to go off wide.
The goal seen,
the goal proclaimed
only to see it pass in a vanishing glide.

The moment spotted,
the opportunity coveted
only to be lost to another.
The pain real,
the disappointment great
as are dreams fulfilled for others,
yet the reality hits
even this late
that it all fit into the plan:
every single
opportunity missed
was the protection of God's hand.