A Poem About Doubt

God is near?

As I sit here covered in my fear.

The voice that promised to be with me always.

Is little more than a lifeless echo in the hallways of my past.

My past disappointments and failures.

They creep up like a rogue wave on a boat of tired sailors.

They drown out the voice of the one who claims to love me.

I can’t hear. I can’t see.

But.

Perhaps it’s my doubt in all of it that holds the key.