April 4th
Sometimes I still talk to You,
As if I’m still in Your presence.
Whispering into the abyss of night,
Praying for a response, a sign that You’re there.
Can You hear me?
Do You hear my cries, my unanswered questions?
I wonder if You are just as lost, if You, too,
Are stranded in the middle of a reckless sea,
An unsteady raft being thrown side to side by mighty waves,
With a thundering storm looming overhead
Hopeless and scared, and no destination in sight.
Are You here with me?
I see You in every sunrise
And in the stars that I’ve never truly admired for their simplistic beauty
I see Your soul moving within others,
Within me.
You are everywhere
Except right here next to me, and I hate it.
When I pray, I find that it’s not to God anymore,
But to You.
And I’m hoping that You’ll answer.
Amen.
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