Like a beautiful flower with no fragrance, poems about God are often meager attempts to express the infinite. Since poems both describe and limit, they are merely metaphors, signs, and symbols that suggest spiritual experience but, alas, cannot describe "the thing itself." Describing God with words is a little like writing on water or catching a snowflake. Nothing "sticks" for long. My book This Moment Called God describes my own attempts to express subjective spiritual experiences through poetry. It is meant to be autobiographical and represents but one of the infinite paths up the mountain....