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?"
With what name
shall I call out for You
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?