I was thinking…
that perhaps this thing called God does not exist.
Because He cannot save any one of us
No matter how we pray, He doesn’t mend our wounds
No matter how we plead, He doesn’t strike down our enemies
There hasn’t even been an instance where He has cured our sick
Powerless, we can only wait to be tossed on dirt of a foreign land
He doesn’t have a thread of spiritual presence
If only there were a shadow, a whisper. But I haven’t felt Him once.
… and so…
… So, What is it that you want now?
~taken from Giglio.