once i called you Jesus
with that word, i could relate to you
safe, knowable
baby in a manager
willing sacrifice
Spirit seemed so far away
untouchable, distant
Father was the angry god
i could never hope to satisfy
one day i wished more for mystery
a god i could not contain
Spirit became the name i called
ever-present, intimately intertwined
yet other in every possible way
Jesus, still when comfort needed
but Father rarely spoken
afraid i’d disappoint
in wonder i remember
moment of discovery
the day i learned to call you Father
arms open, reaching out to embrace
holding me close in love
unashamed of how broken i felt
Father offering everything i lacked
three-in-one, i knew you then
knowable mystery accepting
me in love
those words now leave me tangled
web of hurt, anger, bitterness
i try to call your name
but my voice will not speak
those words i once used
my heart contracts
the walls close in
once familiar names
my life no longer knows you
the face i see reflected
lacks truth of who you are
of who i am in you
i need a new word
but who am i to name
the source of all creation
each day i sit in silence
whispering a single word
seeking, trying to find the one
that encompasses and draws us together
Ruah, Breath, i seek to draw you in
Creator, most easily recognized
your handiwork surrounds me
i sit with you in stillness
but still you feel unknown
i breathe
inhale, exhale
pause, repeat
in the space carved out
my heart feels a new name
so clear the word seems spoken in my ear
Beloved
i pause, my breath held close
Beloved, name and invitation
in one simple word
i cannot comprehend
you call me Beloved
at the core of my being
you invite me to intimacy
to be yours
to call you my own
Beloved you are all i have known
more than i can yet comprehend
reminder of the beauty
i have let slip away
lost in waves of anger and pain
Beloved offers comfort, understanding
growth to some thing more
Beloved demands no striving
offers rest and ease
encouragement to grow deeper
bolder, stronger
Beloved knows
I am enough