Sight

I see God in symmetry
I see God in our make-believe
I see God in our grand attempts
To make something beautiful before life ends
I see God in irony
In fragile heirlooms within children’s reach

I see God in our damaged good
But you see God in ways I wish I could
You see God in ways I wish I could

Without instruction without obstruction
You believe without container
Or dualistic framework
You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight
And I see the reflection in your eyes

I see God in healing bones
In the sanctuary of our homes
I see God in the wilderness
In our magnetism to recklessness
Black or white or vivid color
After a while, it all runs together
Our stained glass means nothing without light

I see God in our damaged good
But you see God in ways I wish I could
You see God in ways I wish I could

Without assurance without insurance
You believe without condition
Or the promise of heaven
You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight
And I see the reflection in your eyes
I see the reflection in your eyes