Who Are You?

Who are You, God, when the storm is raging? When I am being tossed upon the waves?
Who are You, the One I see walking, reaching out for me as the sea churns, violent? And why, why would You reach for me? The one, quaking? The one longing to hide, from storm and waves and screams surrounding. Why me?
How can You let this happen? Again? And. Again?
Who are You?
That You would allow me to be stuck, in this ship, winds turbulent, water pounding, yet one more time? Don't You see? This boat? It. Is. About. To. Sink.
Sink! With me in it!
Oh, God, who are You, this minute, when I am so desperately afraid?
Oh, God, I long to have my eyes so firmly fixed on You, that I do not even notice, or pay attention to, the tempest swirling. I want to have enough courage to even climb over the edge of this vessel, rocking wildly, and walk towards You.
I am begging. Remind me once more, of who You are!
Open these eyes, clenched tight in the cowering. Help me to understand, when You come saying, "It is I." It is me, aching to know, who You are.
For a moment, there is silence. That is when I hear the whisper: "I am Present."
Oh, I see You! You are here, with me, in the dark of whirlwind blowing. Is it enough that You have come? That I am not alone?
Oh, Present God, be enough. Stay within reach in the midst of this torrent raving around me.