Holy

I’ve been around for a while Taking on the good and bad The sun and the rain Both beating down upon my frame This is one of the reasons why I pray I shed tears when I clasp my hands together Not out of sadness But because I am calling out Asking for vindication And absolution I want to be free for a second to breath Inhalation is something I wait for Because I’ve already exhaled While I feel at times I struggle to maintain my faith I know that Divine is here to put his hand on my back And hold me up when I am struggling to walk Awareness that the Divine is here to embrace me on my worst day Be it known that the Divine has preserved my presence Because it is a wonder that I am still here In the end, what can be said is There is something afoot It’s holy