Published on November 4, 2018 by Paul Ciano
I used to listen to people’s prayers, in here, and out on the street. You know, people asking for God’s help, or justice, or, vengeance sometimes. See, it’s always the same. “Please, God.” I thought that God let me hear the prayers, so that I could answer. So that’s what I did, that’s what I was trying to do, was, trying to help people. But I am not what I was. Can’t do what I used to do.
Give it time. Whatever your new reality is, you’ll adjust.
When I heard all those prayers, all those…suffering people, I thought it was God’s voice. But I was wrong. All I ever heard was people in pain, and all He ever gave any of us was, silence.