I was on my way back to KC with my father and several siblings after attending my godfather's funeral in Chicago. My morning meditation transitioned into a prayer using Somatic Experiencing techniques, which then transformed into a drawing.
We sing "Holy holy holy Lord" in one of the service songs at church, and I've shifted that a bit in my own heart. Here's how I see them:
Holey reflects the open wounds Jesus bore in his crucifixion.
Wholely captures the fullness of his essence as Lord over my life, over all humanity.
Holy honors his divinity.