In a dreamy cadence she mused

 

I’m not sure what god looks like but I see

god in you-so maybe each person’s god

looks like their own version of a mirrored

you?

 

 she sighed

 

What’s god look like when you’re dreamin’ of them

in that warm blanket you call a cocoon?

Is god a giant or invisible

Yeah, I guess the god I see is blurry

like a foggy moon-I recognize ’em

even when a cloud is sifting on through

 

Maybe god is hazy ’cause god is light

and morphs with everything in our plain view

everywhere all at once , in darkness too.

Bits of him make up bits of everyone

so, of course, god must and can look like you.