God is not a solution to your problems
He does not dissolve
He clings to the sides of each cup that he fills
And overflows onto your clean hands
God is not a gas
To fill every last space
God will contain himself
And won't push your walls without permission
God is not a liquid
He takes his own shape
Inside of every vessel
And invites you to join him
In the pool
God is not a solid
But his sharpness is unchanging
And his corners slice deeply
When you hold him with a violent heart
God does not fold you
Cleanly, crisply
Like an origami swan
Or crumple you for the wastebin
He turns you against yourself
Along unexpected lines
Without pinching the creases
He contains your uncontainedness
Your filled-but-empty space
Your drowning overflow
Your hardened resistance
And gives them grace to grow.