Today, God, you seem distant.
Invisible.
Intangible.
Inaccessible.
I cry for help. But do you even hear?
Then I remember yesterday. I think about the past.
You seemed close.
Visible.
Tangible.
Accessible.
I cried for help. And I had no doubt that you heard me.
So I will trust.
I will hope.
I will believe that who you were in my best yesterday is who you are in my worst today.
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