Doubt

Have you ever fallen in love with a God who is everywhere and yet, not necessarily, here? Or there. Or not exactly right where you need them to be? A God who astounds you with the beauty of their silence and then, just like that, can bend it into something especially and particularly cruel. Like nothingness. Is it faith? Or is it madness? And this is the riddle of one preoccupied with hope and that inescapable feeling of the something beyond.