On the day I was born
God smiled as my parents divined
and I was given
my chosen name.
Each morning, as sun is risen,
the angels sang in illumination
to awaken my day
calling my sacred name.
I was baptized with water blessed
into holy church and faith
and celebrated by God
with my given name.
I entered school
where they taught the
power of words made manifest
and learned to write my name.
My parents gifted me
at the day of Holy Communion
with a golden keepsake bracelet
engraved with my beautiful name.
One fine June morning, I graduated,
in sweet noble ritual,
the leaders presenting a diploma
inscribed with my proud name.
And then one day, you came,
and came again, and again, and again,
sweet precious love exploding,
yet never saying my name.
My heart, confused and saddened,
found courage to speak
with heart surrendered longing,
Say my name, please say my name!
My most intimate request fell
upon a mind turning all things dark,
sweet vulnerable call for connection,
your lips and breath my name refused.
And day by thirsty, craving day,
perfect love died a bit each night,
your voice like hollow cups poured dry,
never spoke that sacred name.
Say my name…say my name…
©Rory Kelly Connor 2016
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Poetry inspired by life & love.