God! Are you still here?

 The freezing winds of the past caught me again. Once, my stamina was solid. In spite of all the attacks, it kept me going.

Now, in old age, energy decreases. I am not ill, but vital energy is slowly decreasing, and the cutting winds of the heavy past catch me. I feel my heart slowly freezing, colours fade, sounds around me are like the fierce thunder of an approaching storm.

I must sit down and send you a voice: Hello God! Are you still here?

And immediately I feel my squeezed heart finally stretching out. Your warmth moistens it. My taken-away breath comes back, and I am living again.