After Too Much Thought

Can you tell me what God's thinking?
Honestly, this is no time for I told you so's.
This is no time for reproaching tones.
But it's certinly time for full explanation of His holy motives.
I've received no response; I guess He's just someone's fancy,
And the world is half-full of children clamouring for the bed-tale.
But who's going to ask for the story I have?
My own? The one I crafted.
Who will ask,
    "What have you to say about your struggle with faith?
    the possible end of it?
    and how it came of losing the only perfection you'd found?"
Or maybe no one needs to ask.
Maybe everyone else already knows if this
    is a test of faith,
    if it's a lesson on holding on,
    or on letting go,
And they're just waiting for me to figure it out.