Holy, Holy, Holy


I lay down at night

and say,

holy shit.

holy, holy, holy

Holy is thy name.

Holy is my name.


Holy

I am

I am

I am

Holy.


Held in and as

that to which I can give

no other name but God

as She shines through.


My blood, my breath,

my braided name

and blendedness


Holy is Thy name.

And those you can't pronounce.

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