No need to explain.

Adonai
I saw God
in my Mother's face,
and in my Father's careworn hands.
God was in the liquid-brown and gold, near blind eyes of my dog,
and in the cups of yellow daffodils.
I peered behind a sky-blue house, and saw him sitting under a sun-stained tree.
I observed God's splendor in the minute, single leaf of a watercress plant,
resting in a thirsty stream.
I found God resting on a decrepit concrete bridge, in front of an empty home.
God was there,
waiting for someone to find him.
So I sat,
and I spoke to God,
as my dog rejoiced in the stream beside.