for when there’s nothing left

I cried out to God
'where are you'
and He spoke: 

am I not the bathtub
cradling your body?
the hot water soothing
the chill of your aching soul?
am I not the skin encasing you
holding you so completely?
am I not the ground you walk on
the couches cuddling you?
am I not the breeze 
brushing tendrils off your face?
am I not the beating heart
inside your chest
working tirelessly to keep you alive?
am I not your tears?
am I not screaming and wailing
with you through your own voice?
am I not your rocking back and forth?
am I not the bathroom floor?
am I not the arms of loved ones
wrapping you in warm embraces?
am I not their knowing eyes
their contrite faces?
am I not your bed the place 
you lay your head?
am I not your comfort 
your relief your rest?
am I not the trees that bear you 
when you feel like too much?
am I not your own laugh
your smile 
your illuminating touch?
my precious one, open your eyes, I
could not be 
any 
closer.