Dear God,
Does that sound too formal?
Dear Father,
Better, I’m just not sure it’s true.
Dear Unknown Stranger,
Far away from me.
Where are you?
I know a lot of people ask,
But I’d really like to know,
Indeed, I feel I have a right to ask
You call yourself my God,
Whom I should bow down,
Worship.
Adore.
Fine.
But first,
Where are you?
Are you with the child prostitutes,
Working the streets  
Because there is no other option?
Are you with the family,
Kicked out of their home,
Because they couldn’t keep up with the rent this week?
Are you with the wife of the man
Killed by shrapnel,
At his own wedding feast?

Because, No offence,
You seem quiet,
You should speak up,
Make your presence known.
Because, God, Father, Stranger,
It seems I don’t know you at all
I sought you out and you fled.
So I tried waiting,
But why should I?!
I, whose life for you is a toy.
And since, I’m reassured,
That you have a plan.
I’d like to know it.
I think I have that right.
To ask what’s your plan for me.
I want to know how you decide,
Who lives and who dies.
I want to know how you decide,
Which children go to the best lives.
God.
It seems to me,
You favour some of your children,
Uneven handed
When passing out favours.
Did you stumble and fall,
Scattering misfortune?

Tell me Father, please,
Where are you?
I just want to know.
Where in your great,
Glorious Plan,
Do I fit in?
Because Stranger,
If its all the same to thee,
You can take your plan
And shove it up your halo.
You can take your heaven,
With its pristine meadows
Goodly people,
And singing angels.
Because I don’t want it.

I don’t want you.

Do you hear me Father?
When horrors happen,
Where are you?
Cause the priest blame free will,
But is that really true?
If you’re all Knowing,
All Powerful,
All Good.
Because you can’t be all three.

So which is it God?
Who are you?
I don’t believe in you stranger,
I can’t.
Because I think,
The worlds a better place,
If it’s a world without you.