Call His name

Call His name                                                                                           

The darning of a coat,

a pulling on the oars;

the sawing of a casket plank,

a bell’s tolling;

a calling bird in the green wood;

its flap of wings across the sky;

the knocking on a door,

the chimes of a clock,

singsong, singsong, say His name –

Meher Meher Meher Meher . . .

sewing us up; sewing ourselves

to His silence, with each stitch

more inseverable, each stroke, toll,

call and flap; chime, each knock

upon heaven’s solid, heavy door;

calling to the One inside.

O child of God, call His name

until it sings in your veins.