God's in a sunset, glowing in cascading colors,
but the glory ends in a moment.
God's in a rose, incensing all who pass by,
if they come quickly.
God's in a woman, shooting arrows of love,
but she rises and leaves.
God's in a fine wine, delighting the palate,
until the check arrives.
God's in my Siamese, burrowing in my lap,
but I buried Pewter this morning.
God's in my mind,
but my mind keeps changing.
God's in my heart,
but one love replaces another.
Unless God is me,
--Thomas D. Stanks, Book of
Mystical Poetry, Volume 1, 1995