Finding God in carpet fibers (old poetry)

My God.
I have seen Him in the ocean.
in leaves.
in children.
in the sunrise.
But most recently,
I have found my God lingering in my carpet fibers.
He waits.
My God
waits for me to come and join him,
on my knees
on my face-
Breathe Him in.
Silence.
My God
needs no volume button to keep my attention.
Darkness.
My God
needs no flashy screen and bright pictures to captivate me.
My God
Speaks only good and true words.
So why do I settle for less time breathing in carpet fibers?