God's Here Somewhere

I know what it feels like not to have anything. I know when God eludes me. I know he's here. I feel his presence. But here I am, sitting in the middle of my life without anything. My pockets are empty. My stomach growls from hunger. Poverty and hunger don't mix well, kind of like oil and water. God's here somewhere. I know that much, at least. He's just not looking upon me favorably.