“Your heartbeat is a holy thing.”

I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.

There is a calmness in not knowing.

Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.

We are so much more than skin can hold.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.

I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.

I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.

I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.

If you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.

I am only beautiful when my legs are open and I have forgotten my mother tongue to make room for yours.

Love transcends oceans and I love you in every country we are both made of.

I love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.

I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.

Holiness comes by holy deeds. Not starving flesh of daily needs.

I finally found out how priests get holy water. They boil the hell out of it.

Follow the way of life, which the Holy Prophet has shown you, for verily that is the right path.

She was enigmatic and sublime, sacred like Holy Fire on hallowed grounds.

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

No one should fear to undertake any task in the name of our Saviour, if it is just and if the intention is purely for His holy service.

The world needs saints, and all of us, without exception, are called to holiness. We are not afraid!