is Your arm shortened .. ?

why won't You answer him?
why?!

he's hiding in closets
suffering panic attacks
scoring his soul with the broken glass from his bubble
bleeding out

and he's crying out
to You
to You ..
isn't that what he should be doing ??

why don't You answer?

please answer..

his life lies scattered across the living room and outside the broken window in the wet grass, all rained-on and muddy

won't You tell him something?
something ..
anything
just so he knows You are there

this brazen separation between You and him, hard impenetrable roof that nothing gets through ..
drill a hole
i beg You
let some grace-rain drip through onto his muddled, confused, can't-understand, depressed head ..
even a little
just a little

please..
i beg You
on his behalf

this is life and death here
this is real stuff..
it's killing him..

he wants You

please save him ..

he so wants to be saved