JUDITH

Where Are You, God?

 

Curled up in my bed covers,

I cry out,

"God, Where are you?

 

“Are you finding pleasure in hiding from me?

 

I am sick with the nausea,

of Pleading for you to show up.

 

How can you resist my love,

resist your steadfast lover?

 

I will give you one last chance,

Come now!

 

And nothing happens

 

My tears flow,

Then I glance in the mirror,

And gasp at what I see.

 

Whose eyes are those within my eyes,

Looking right at me,

With endless compassion?

The glance of a lifetime,

Is now etched,

In the soul within my eyes…