Dear God,

I hope this letter reaches You, for it seems my prayers cannot. Empty words fall to the ground and cover it that no life may be found. Oh that You would answer me! Drive the doubts from my mind. Your silence kills me. Do You find so much evil in me? May I not hear Your voice and know You?

Dear God,

Daily I write to You, thoughts in my head like a box of jigsaw pieces all from different puzzles and none of them complete. I write and do not speak because in the writing is the illusion of coherence. I beg that You will guide my hand, but You are not the author of confusion.

Dear God,

What do I know of faith? Some tell me I haven’t enough. It may be said of all of us, but I take it to heart. You do not answer, so I do not speak except to utter prefab phrases that tickle the ear and leave the heart cold.

Dear God,

What do I know of love? I know neither how to give it nor how to receive it. I proclaim it and pursue it and still do not understand it. How can You love me? If I had not that hope I would have left this world already, yet still I call and You do not answer. And so I hide my despair in secret letters, fearing to come close enough for words.

And yet, dear God, I remain sincerely Yours.