Friday, October 31, 2014

His Name

Then Moses said to God, "Behold, I am going to the sons of Israel, and I will say to them, 
'The God of your fathers has sent me to you.' Now they may say to me, 'What is His name?' 
What shall I say to them?"
 Exodus 3:13              
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                                                   With what name
                                                   shall I call out for You

                                                   that beauty
                                                   has not ignited,

                                                   or the rain has not ushered
                                                   from the dark-gray aisles of the clouds?

                                                   What name that has not pressed
                                                   into the turning pages of the wind, 

                                                   or the trees have not surrendered
                                                   into the shook shards of shadows?
                                                   What name that echoes of dreams have not
                                                   hushed over the cliffs of steep sleep, 

                                                   or the stream has not spoken
                                                   to the stone-stillness beneath?            

                                                   What name that the notes of songs have not 
                                                   slipped down the pews of the heart,

                                                   or the soul's hands have not signed
                                                   into Your chasms of love?                


  1. Cynthia, this piece is interesting for all its questions. I'm intrigued to know the answer....? This poem brings to light the speechlessness with which we find ourselves in the presence of God. What, truly, are we worthy enough to call him? But perhaps, Father...? (I like the couplets, too)

  2. Thanks again Amy! The couplets are fun. And yes I like Father too. The soul knows His name...Love is the I Am. Our speechlessness is warranted. God Bless friend....