No Things But In God

A great poet once said,
"No poetry but in things."
And I agreed,
But now I contradict myself.
And his words I purposely misread.
I want him to say,
“There is no God but in things.”
In mountains skipping.
In rivers raising.
In moon, sun and stars set in their places.
In moon, sun and stars vanishing without traces.
All are God’s faces.
No God but in things and
No things but in God,
Is what I want him to mean instead.