After a turbulent early life, one rich with romance, heartache, folly and adventure, a woman decided at the age of thirty to become a poet. From that time on she labored over her art, and produced several slim and highly regarded volumes, mainly sonnets although some free verse as well. Sometimes she assumed the voice of her childhood, but mainly she wrote in a timeless present, artfully reporting her experience of the world around her. Occasionally, during difficult times, a tone of melancholy crept into her poems, adding to them a sense of ineffability. As the close of her life approached, her poems became very simple, almost childlike again, almost haiku. After she died, her minor fame gradually dwindled and all but disappeared.

Many years later, a graduate student in literature happened across one of the slim volumes in a dusty used book store. On a whim, she bought the book, took it home and read it. Very much affected by the poems, she sought out all the other books the poet had written, and when the time came for the student to write a dissertation, she chose those books as her subject. She titled her dissertation, The Mind of a Poet.

At about the same time, a learned and renowned professor of theology completed the manuscript for his magnum opus, the culmination of his lifetime of study. After considerable introspection, and with a trace of pride, he decided to call it The Mind of God.