God is, in a sense,
at the point of
my pen,
my pick,
 my paintbrush,
my needle
– and my heart
and my thought.
It is by carrying to completion
the stroke,
the line,
the stitch I am working on

that I shall lay hold on the ultimate end towards which my will
at its deepest levels tends.
Hymn of the Universe ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin