But there's God in you
And in  your son, Michael
and  baby Claire
God's in the curves of your face
as you swallow an idea from open air
God's in the taste on your tongue, as you chew
and it spills out of your fingers
over white paper
cut in blue stripes
God's in your skin too
where your blood cuts blue stripes too
and sometimes the stripes turn red and raw
God's in the way you look at me
and that's not a science at all