six feet away

you would think with clearer skies, 
we might be able to see God - 
ask him: how am i to get close to you?
when You’ve made it so i can’t?

a lot of them, they say, “have faith”
i want to respond, scream, “have sense”
they shake their head and say it’s not our job to know,
but I’ll never understand how to love through a window

maybe one day we’ll meet, 
and i’ll be able to take my gloves off, shake the hands of the lord,
take the mask off, watch His lips move
ask him why, if He wanted us to embrace Him so much,
did He make it impossible for any of us to touch?

What if He says, “i got bored”
i think i might laugh, 
think my faith would be restored.
at least then we’d have a reason

he feels just far, more and more everyday
he just feels so far, he feels

six feet away