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
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.