You,
“Knock, Knock…”
As it stands, you are feeling abandoned. Stillness has turned to silence for you and you are wondering where I am. It is impossible for anybody to remain so still as storms rage into each other. But I am not anybody. I am. He who slumbers as winds pick and waves crash. You must have realised by now that no harm can come to you even as I remain still for I have not forsaken you.
You are hardened by what you perceive to be me turning away from you in your time of need. But even now I am seeking silently. I am consistently seeking after your heart, searching your soul. I am doing great works in you. Even now I am at the door knocking. Even now I am asking to be welcomed back in.
Even now.