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

I see God in healing bones
In the sanctuary of our homes
I see God in the wilderness
In our magnetism to recklessness

But you see God in ways I wish I could

Without instruction, without obstruction you believe
Without container or dualistic framework

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