God came 
In the form of a breeze
And played with dry leaves 
For a curling moment. 

Then He came 
As my brother 
Wearing a frown,
Dragging his ego 
Like a regal gown 
Yet muddied 
With the whole of history. 

Next, He came as emotion 
Stirred in my chest 
And triggering 
All sorts of reaction. 

He came 
And He went 
In form’s motion

Yet all the while 
He stayed

Smiling
At everything various 
And stretched between 
Poles 
Far and near 

But remaining here 
Ever-present 

While all else 
Played 

Like the breeze 
Among the crisp leaves
In the curling moment.