Even for myself, the belief in the presence of God is a grand monolith in the landscape of humanity: I cannot ignore it. It even creeps into my writings and droller internal, philosophical ramblings, but I choose not to embrace it as part of my outlook on life. I am agnostic.
I can relate best to Andrew Hudgins on my proximity (seems more accurate than "relationship") with God in Praying Drunk, a poem which is a personal favorite.
(Clip, the poet addresses God in prayer)
And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know-
a character like Popeye rubs it on
and disappears. Although you see right through him,
he's there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,
and smoke that's clearly visible escapes
from his invisible pipe. It make me think,
sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me
is the poor jerk who wanders out on air
and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees
eternity, and suddenly his shoes
no longer work on nothingness, and down
he goes. As I fall past, remember me.
"There is no god; there is only us. Savage and fragile."