The journey is long and feels slow distant and removed

This time of the year feels cold  . .. .. Long .. ..  ..Slow

Disconnected

          Uncommunicative 

Dispirited

            Like living on Wasteland

Empty

         Without hope

             So very slow and long

Time appears to be on hold and drags     .    .   Slow .   .Cold

                           Where God are you?
l know you but l feel like   .    .    .   .  l don't know where you are?

             Am l looking in wrong places 

                      Or have we drifted

Anchor me as l journey . . . .  .   . .so we will always be tethered

Please my one true Lord