When I stopped talking to God,

He stopped talking to me.


When I stopped listening to him,

He stopped listening to me.


He is not spiteful,

Just  honest.


When I blamed him for my circumstances,

He shed a single tear in eternity and was sad for my choices.


When I was angry with him for a death,

He understood.


When I questioned his reason for my being, He sent inaudible words of encouragement into the lonely darkness of my soul, words only I could hear.


When I pulled my hand from his grasp, He stood back and quietly waited for my return with infinite patience.


And when my errant ways finally did lead me back to him,

He treated me as if I had never left.