Atlas: Six

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