Holy

Holy is,

A sacred place to bow your head
a place for nothing more
a silence while you lie in bed
so you can feel your spirits soar

Holy is moment short, to stop and look around
and find that all you've been fighting for
somehow has been found

Holy is a day where your troubles still persist
but where your desire to change
and your ability to coexist

holy is a second where you look across and know
not perfection but simply pleasure
in the person that you chose

holy is a stillness in your heart though the days are long
that allow you to breath
and to feel worthwhile if not strong

holy is tonight in the moment that I'm free
to dream without resistance
to laugh and just to be.