What’s in a Name?

Who do you say that I am?

The phrase hangs heavy in the air like Florida humidity stealing my breath on a summer day.

Do you see me over the glimmer reflecting in your eyes?

Trappings shine blinding, stealing the senses.

Am I enough?

Thunder roars from clouds opening.

Light splits earth and air.

You touch the depths and rattle them with your fingertip.

You are enough and I am yours.

Who do you say that I am?

My name carved on white stone and only I can read it.

There, in a name, I find identity.

 “I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written which no one knows except him who receives it.”

Revelation 2:17

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On Days When I Feel Alone

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Long days roll in like floods and wear at the workings of the soul.

The heart aches at absence.

The mind picks and claws for meaning.

I wait for you.

You don’t see me anymore behind the other things that draw your gaze.

I am lost to whisper

I will not allow silence to steal my voice.

Inside I am a lion.

Loneliness is lost in the presence of the comforter.

He is enough.