Call His name

Call His name                                                                              
 
The darning of a sweater,
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; 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.