Your name feels sacred
like it could roll off my tongue
and anoint me
The space for all the love
exists within the graces of your touch
hail Mary my heart
I’d see your face in the stained glass
oh how the sun pours in
lighting lively scenes
And I don’t mean to compare
the means of your measure
to a book as old as millennial
But that is how holy
your presence honors
as vibrant as the Northest Star
Kail Anderson 