Sometimes God appears in papier-mache form.

"But you too, good Jesus, are you not also a mother?
Are you not a mother who like a hen gathers her chicks beneath her wings?
And you, my soul dead in yourself, run under the wings of Jesus your mother and lament your griefs under his feathers.
Ask that your wounds may be healed and that, comforted, you may live again. Christ, my mother, you gather your chickens under your wings; this dead chicken of yours puts himself under those wings . . .
Warm your chicken, give life to your dead one, justify your sinner."

—Anselm of Canterbury, Prayers and Meditations