She is sacred.

She is sacred. 

Holy unto God. 
Set apart. 
No way to reach her. 

I descended the depths of the Lord,
Confused conversations. 

She is sacred. 

Seeking the morning’s glory, 
I found myself in His presence. 

So forgetful. 
She was presented. 

She is so sacred. 

Dare not gaze at her, like the sun. 
The moon in her smile; blind. 

She is sacred. 

One day, veil my eyes
& look upon His glory. 

She is sacred.

Reflections of the divine. 

Father thank You.