Animals don’t question themselves
as much as we do. Still, they look
to us for their real names, and somehow
in naming (encountering one another into sound) them in Love, we too
hear the cadences of our own names mentioned.

Perhaps, we are God’s birds also, which He is still coming to name;
Yet, we too like to name, which is impossible
without our listening. We help complete and repair
by our sheer sharing of being, in Love.

Jesus hid our names in Himself, His inner cloak. His endless inner cloak, where He cherishes and hides our true names, and gently, over time, whispers them to us, as we learn to love.

As we lean into Him, we start to hear
the whispers of our linings.

Life is a long line…
of discovering all our names
in the seams of His Silence.

Perhaps, our true names
only occur when wetted by Love.

For, we are Love’s perfume on earth.
The fragrance of Christ itself
contains our names
in the smell of Love!
At the exact moment,
we watch a bird in wonder-
that is, where the endless
whisper occurs!