Blank before God

I step out of the shower.

He hasn't spoken to me in years

Or so much as inclined his ear

What am I to think?

But I learned about love as a youngling 

and I remember how to be loved.

I learned to love as a mother,

And I know the permanence of love,

Unwavering in the face of imperfection,

Diamond and lasting forever.

Maybe in my soul no longer a child

I do not need what I knew,

All that was taken away.