Dear Creator,
How are you doing? I figured I don't ask that quite often, I just show up whining and crying about my problems. I didn't take the time to ask about your well-being.

Being in charge of the whole world, I could imagine how that can be, how it can feel knowing how much you love your creations and some don't seem to acknowledge you or your presence.

Some do bad and are bad but you still give them every good opportunity, you still give them life, the most precious thing in the world with so many chances to come back to you but some rather dwell in the pleasure of the flesh, including in debauchery and call it entertainment.

Lord, does it get tough? Does it get overwhelming? Do you feel tired sometimes and want to quit, does it get loud and chaotic and you just want silence and stillness?

How do you hold on to the screams and tears of everyone and you can't look away because your name is blamed?

You're so different, so unique. You're not the rest of us. You think in another realm of intelligence that is superior to man's reasoning so what you do, we don't understand sometimes. We try to fathom it but confusion still settles.

We try to trust the process, trust your guiding hands and light but we know everything and want to rule and take control ignoring the fact you are seated on the highest throne overseeing everything and you have the final say and order.

Therefore, dear creator my world is incomplete without your company, my life loses its taste if your essence isn't there and I don't want to lose you, you are too precious to go out of my life.

You hold a part of me that still breathes and yearns for you so desperately. That part of me that is so delicate and fragile so as I give you this part of me hold it with care and soft hands and never let go...

Dear creator...