I think God follows," The Prime Directive".

It remains silent.

No clue of how to procede.

No small, wee voice upon the wind.

Prayers, tears, and supplications do not seem to be answered even in life and death situations.

All I hear is silence, the ringing in my ears,
the ticking of a Smith Thomas Clock that I just repaired, and the furnace kicking in.

Choose wisely they always say.

More likely it's going to be, "The Unaimed Arrow Never Misses,"

Don't hold this against me.