How would you answer if someone asked you to speak to them of God?

Speak to me, O God: Come and See.
I asked a poor man: “Please, speak to me of
God,” and the poor man shared his tea with me.
I entreated the house: “Speak to me of God,”
and the door opened welcoming me.
I asked a child: “Speak to me of God,” and the
child smiled at me.
I begged nature: “Speak to me of God,” and
nature decked herself with luscious beauty.
I asked my friend: “Speak to me of God,” and
my friend caressed me warmly.
I asked a soldier: “Speak to me of God.” and in
shame, the soldier threw away his weaponry.
I besought a suffering man: “Speak to me of
God,” and I saw in his eyes a quivering tear of
accepting joy.
I begged my mother: “Please, speak to me of
God,” and she stamped a soothing kiss on my
forehead.
I entreated my enemy: “Speak to me of God, ”
and he, in forgiveness, stretched out his hand to me.
At last, I asked the setting sun: “Speak to me of
God,” and the sun mysteriously set down and left me in
darkness. But the next day, at dawn, when I opened
the window of my room, mischievously with his warmth
he kissed me on both my cheeks.

Adapted from a poem of Maria Luisa Brey

How would you answer
if someone asked you
to speak to them of God?