unless

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,
    God disappears.


                                                            --Thomas D. Stanks, Book of
                                                               Mystical Poetry, Volume 1, 1995

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