I wrote this short poem last night; let me know what you think. It's a poem about disconnectedness and consistency. Often I don't feel God's love in any real meaningful sense; that's what this poem is about.
Though you may not feel the warmth of summer on your face
The sun still shines beyond the lines of trees and cityscapes
Though you may not see the stars sparkle in the sky at night
The heavens still glitter above litter-ing clouds and citylights
Though you may not feel the breath of earth kiss gently upon your face
The wind still dances beyond these trenches, the urban cityblockades
Though you may not feel the warmth of my hands, the light of my eyes, the touch of my lips
My love still burns.