I went looking for god
in a 100-year-old church
and heard her 
in the soloist wrapped
in an Italian aria,

in the blonde woman
who offered a name,
a city she left, 
a place she’s settled. 

I found god in words
of a visiting minister
speaking of imagination
using Minecraft
illustrations,

in a middle-aged
greeter wearing a Sunday
smile and plaid Bermudas,

inside heavy doors flung wide
open for many 
out of step
    sleepless
        raging
            discouraged.

I found her in slender
swaying bamboo
watching us through three
gothic windows
stretching leaves toward the heavens.