You’ve left me no other choice.

I have searched for you for years, clawing my way through faith after faith.

But it seems like you pushed the button on The Big Bang and then wandered off, our universe not shiny enough to keep your attention.

But you left fingerprints: the hummingbird and the Andromeda Galaxy.

You left no message to follow, but billions have claimed to have followed the trail of breadcrumbs you scattered behind.

And still the world cries out.

Leaving me to give up hopes for a small, still voice or for seeing a glimpse of a face at sunset.