GOD, THOMAS HARDY AND MY FATHER GO INTO A BAR

I went searching for my father's God
Who once went looking for my father
And found him.

When Thomas Hardy entered a church
The Absence of God put a hand on his
shoulder;

Hardy shook his head.
 
If God sought a place to stay, just for a bit,
Where would He lodge in a Henry James novel?
An unnamed servant, perhaps, would make room
In his own small space in the attic.