God, Where Are You

When I was hungry, from my humble hut, I waved to God with a heart burdened but, My plea carried on fragile wings of hope, Yearning for sustenance, a way to cope. But the vast universe claimed His attention, Beyond my reach, lost in its grand ascension. In a brutal world, as I grew up strong, I waved again, seeking solace in the throng. Hand extended, an unspoken plea for grace, Hoping for divine guidance in life's race. Yet the vibrant universe stole His gaze, Leaving me to navigate uncertain ways. When I was in love and desired a small thing, From the universe, I waved with hope's wing. Longing for a blessing to seal our bond, But the cosmos continued, ever beyond. Was God furrowing His brow in deep thought, Amidst rebellions that Satan had wrought? Or was He crafting galaxies anew, With celestial touch, creating wonders true? Now, as I've grown old, I wave once more, Seeking God's presence as I near the shore. But it seems He's still occupied, I guess, In the cosmic dance, His eternal address. …