Why no!
I never thought other than that God is
that great absence in our lives,
the empty silence within,
the place where we go seeking,
not in hope to arrive or find.
He keeps the interstices
in our knowledge,
the darkness between stars.
His are the echoes we follow,
the footprints he has just left.
We put our hands in his side
hoping to find it warm.
We look at people
and places as though
he had looked at them, too;
but miss the reflection.
— R.S. Thomas [via]