Letters To Heaven

I wrote you a letter, I'm wondering why,          
I’m left with no answer, no simple reply,          
No voice from heaven no voice from the sky. Surely you haven't left ,O God did you die?          
         
Thought you'd ease this burden we all have to bear, but it’s quiet down here, are you actually there?          
         
We live in our fears, tears dripping on faces, People starving, the whole human races is, suffering and homeless, year after year, please give me sign that you can actually hear.      
                       
Did you plan this hunger, aching and cold?  
I don’t mean to bother, but I’m feeling untold,    
Give us a nod, a grin or a sign, surely nothing to much for the great sky divine.      
                       
Perhaps you can't hear me, am I not being clear, or are you maybe too far or maybe not here?        
       
Your people you made, they fight in the streets, cause they can't make a bigger speech about a God they can't reach. How can I believe, when you bring disease to us all, the cancer, the plague, the COVID and more.
 
Did you shape mankind, and the darkness in us too? Did you make the Angels and the Devil after we then made you.I don’t know if you see it, but people are dying in pain, Mothers are weeping, there's endless crying in vain.                  

They quote your crazy book, every verse, every line, but are these just our words, or are they truly divine? It's sad that so many hold you near, when they need you God they can’t find you, year after year.      
     
How can I believe in a myth or tales I can’t see? Perhaps it's the truth, God you’re not real to me.            
           
Is Heaven actually there, what about Hell? What about angels and demons as well?      
A saints at the Gates, were you crowned in thorn, watching this world now bruised torn apart and worn.                        
                 
Sitting up there as wars rage on down, watching the children falling and drown, losing mother and son lives swept to sea, lost and not found how can this be ?      
     
The world is breaking, heavy with pain,      
Yet you never around while the tears fall like rain.Our prayers rise to you, again and again, the same people you made need someone to blame.      
             
The Father, a Son, Spirit, the trinity we seek
Is this just a riddle, or a holy mystique?
Show me a sign, a hint that you there,              
Am I just talking my words into thin air.        
              
I’m down on my knees, just asking you why,    
Are you there God, or just another made up lie?