Atlas: 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
And I see God in our damaged goods
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 we’re 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