the god descending

The god descended from his upper rank

floating on a cloud

his body like a rock

pressed hard by thought

the fingers of the sunrise goddess

Softened his trajectory into a dance

to made him land

first on a wave, and then on sand.

the sailors rescued him,

as he looked like a perfect piece of art,

And they build for him a marble pedestal 

And climbed him up right in the center of their town.

as people and years passed all marveled 

at the beauty of the statue god,

Just as he watched and learned from the mistakes,

 and the achievements of the old and young

After many springs had passed with rains,

 Followed by scorching summers,

after faltering with falls, and standing up to winters 

he had figured out their ways.

As he descended from the pedestal.

He softened his hard skin, he melted muscles,

learned to ache, and fueled by blood,

he walked his path as he was growing wisdom, 

and also growing old.

Along his path he bent to lift up children with his arms,

he hugged the youth pushing them gently forward,

he helped the elder carry on their loads

and at the end, since he turned a human, then he died.

As snow was melting from the odd pedestal,

dripping gently on the ground

a flower rose with shy white petals

announcing a new season starts.

And then the goddess picked him up,

with gracious fingers and restored him

to his godly  perfect form, so that the humans

that have had the chance to meet him

could write up his story, and their descendants

learning about it could look up 

and hope to meet their imperfect , loving god.