Mulled Vine

I am holy.

I don’t just mean good, and neither am I oblivious to my many faults. This is not delusion or arrogance because my state is not my doing, that I should be given a reason to boast. The fact is, some chap came along one day and said, “You are holy.”

I did ask him what right he had to make such declarations but he just shrugged and told me about some other chap that had come along one day and said … well you can see where this going.

Holy am I.