Sacred universe

 

We use the word holy to refer to god

Something beyond what is familiar here in our imperfectness;

But I am, unequivocally 

No longer convinced.

I refuse to ignore the holy

Among the defiled that exists

Everywhere within view;

Just because the moss grows on the rock

Is it no longer a stronghold? Is it no longer the toenail of the mountain holding up the slope? 

Now then, I am a merciless mess, all disassembled in a heap, but I am still the essence of something greater-

Of the sacred 

I can feel this true within my very bones

No sin nature can detract from the birthright of the born daughter of the consecrated universe,

Eyes wide open

Every vista viewed as a prayer

Sanctus