Holy

I am a bit wary of people who call themselves “holy”.
Wearing the word like a badge of honor
Or a shield. 

​But I fully embrace when others can see the holiness within us
Giving us the name
In a way that peers past all of our wounds into our souls. 

It takes special eyes to see past the muck of the world
To the true God image within.
It’s not a task for the faint of heart. 

But when you can see it
And call forth the holy within it changes a person forever
In the way that a badge or shield never can.