Perplexed Faith

Why are you always the last one I think to call upon in times of dire need? In desperation my thoughts mingle, become a minefield of explosion, as I bring all my deep set fears and troubles. I do not see your face and yet I am not blind, no voice can I hear yet my ears have no issue regards hearing; I try to reach out - unable to touch you My heart yearning and mind tormented. This world is strange, many things in this world new things appearing we are not sure of; whether of your plan or not? So called alien and spiritual happenings, things moving, occurrences unknown. I remain but one of those confused. Which things to believe I know not, but have seen some myself, although remain skeptical of others. How are we to decipher Where are we being led?