I named her Christ,
as it was only when I met her that I realized I had been dead for all my years,
and she resurrected me with a single touch.

She turned my water into wine,
as I was constantly intoxicated just knowing she lived,
and all words came out like slurred gibberish.

She built a solid foundation and home,
solely with her bare hands,
and sheltered me from every element.

Her hands healed every scar and wound,
leaving warmth where there had been cold,
and soft silk where there once was rock.

I'm sure she was born from the brightest star,
shining down from the Heavens,
lighting the way to eternal nirvana and pure bliss.

I named her Christ,
as she walked effortlessly on water,
and I prayed it would be forever in my direction.