Sweet on the tongue

Sweet on the tongue                                                                            
 
They gave You a lovely name,
sweet on the tongue –
 
they called You Mercy.
Other names would have sufficed –
 
Purity . . . Valor . . . Fidelity –
but not quite hit the mark.
 
Mercy is what we’re begging for
with Your name on our lips.
 
O Meher – Compassionate One,
sweet on the tongue,
 
the sacred Rose around which
a multitude of nightingales –
 
Your name in their mouths –
gathers and sings, hoping to catch Your ear.
 
O child of God, the Beloved has a thousand names.
Call Him by the one that drips like sugar
from your lips and tongue.