I used to believe in miracles.
I used to believe in fairy tales.
I used to believe in the universe.
I used to believe all things would be revealed in a due course.
I used to believe in obtaining direction from my own true north.
I used to believe that hard work would beget the greatest successes.
I used to believe in love at first sight.
I used to believe I know wrong from right.
I used to believe we all played by the same set of rules.
I used to believe in a ship of fools.
I used to believe in love everlasting, conquering all obstacles. 
I used to believe in destiny.
I used to believe in the buddy system.

I used to believe in you.
I used to believe in me.
I used to believe that I would never feel alone again.

Whether there is or is not a diety in the heavens, I have only seen one set of footprints here on earth. I have never needed anyone to carry me before and I do not need as such now. I seek what I have sought before, wisdom, patience, understanding, and care, a safe harbor in the storm. With no one to advise me this road seems forlorn and lost. Still I travel, still I search, still I await the sound of bells in the spring, angels in the morning, or a nights’ siren of warning.

Yet, all I seem to hear is?

All I seem to hear is silence.