I want to know if God can hear me when I blow the sweet petals of this rose

off into next week. 

Does he know where they keep the dead things? Where do we go when we sleep alone, before the monsters come out and after the dark night rises? Does he know how to twist his toes and read Spanish backwards? Can he mix his coffee with a metal spoon? Can he fix the mess of a world that stands in front of us? Can God save all the sick children before they die? Can he make things disappear?