Warm and Fuzzy

Trying to find God in New York City has been rough. Why can't I just feel warm and fuzzy all over? God continues to elude me, but I keep searching. I want to hear some voices, I want to be moved, give me some serious inspiration. I walk the streets alone, just trying to find my way. I see beauty. I see famine and homelessness, and everything ugly in the world. Maybe I'm seeing God already, I still want to feel warm and fuzzy all over. I want to hear voices and be moved.