The name God gave you
was the name they told you
when you were born.
But it never fit.
Year after year swept past you-
bringing rain and leaving
rust and cracks in the pavement.
They grew- like frost or wild fires- in petals.
The fibers of the name shrank
under waves of fog and sun.
Or perhaps you grew.
But as the lacy flowers
bloomed and crumbled
the yarn pulled tighter
clawing your arms
when you tried to breathe.
Air was too much to ask
who bid you be still and quiet, cursing,
As he ate his own stolen soul-
As the wind walked on the waves-
As the bread and fishes multiplied themselves-
lost in the murmur and swell of all names
rolling through their mouths
the powers rejoiced in an unknown name.
Unknowing , a heart pronounced the word.