Where art thou my God?
I want to kiss your face
Where is it?
I want to follow you but don’t find your feet.
Where are they?
I want to sing your song but don’t find the words
I want to draw your figure but no brush
I want to speak your words but no tongue
Where art thou, my God?
Can I find you in the emptiness of my heart?
Can I hear you in the wilderness of chaos?
Can I see you in the distorted images of humanity?
Where art thou my God?
When are you going to reveal yourself, the real self?
Is it tangible, palpable?
My feet are tired of following you in the vacuum of land
But where art thou my God?
Will my life fade into nothingness without your touch?
Will my eyes close forever without seeing thy face?
Will I not embrace you before I leave?
Where art thou my God, my God, my God?