I never have believed in god,
But I know how it is to experience something and know the word to describe it,

Holy.

The promise of feeling real after a three-mile walk
Through a town I barely know,

Holy.

The ice cold water on a sweltering day,
Scaring the life from my lungs,

Holy.

The leap of faith into air I don’t understand,
And landing in water that will somehow always bring me home,

Holy.

The icy spray on my tongue,

Cleaner than anything I’ve ever had,

Holy.

The laughter waterfalls seem to share with me,

Giggling until it hurts,

Holy.

I curl my toes over the edge of rock and feel myself tumble,

And I think, this must be what it means to be

Holy.