Lost

All things are utterly silent.
The world is cold and lonely,
and I cannot see its Maker.

The wind no longer roars Your name,
the seas have become silent.
Where are You, oh my God?

Where once the flowers bloomed for You,
and birds showed Your work clearly,
now Your imprints have been dulled.

I cannot find my God,
though long have I searched...
I have lost my Creator.

I can neither see You nor feel You...
I begin to doubt You--
where have You gone, my Lord?

When all is silent, bare and drab
and Your voice is no longer heard,
how can man know You?

But my hope in You is constant--
though I cannot find You I trust,
I know You are there.

It is not my God who has left,
He has not disappeared--
I am the vanished one.