Today's poem is by Liz Waldner
To You Your Name
It makes me feel better to talk right.
Say "forest" far ust
Between the f and r the moving sound
Of the bough's winter breath.
This 'far' has a fawu in it.
This far's a fawn't.
Fount. Rock of ages. Cleft for
To lie down with this woo'd
Make me feel best.
However I am far alone among
Bare trees whose branches are
When I look in their faces
I see the stars.
Let it be likewise night
When first I say to you your name.
Someday, what already I call Next
Will be in its deep deep rest
The source of all names. For now
I could say THANKSgiving, which is today.
I could say someBODy, and did, another day.
I say you now I haven't yet, I make you
Met by feeling here:
I lie down with your name for my covert.
You hear? Soft rustling. For rest.
Copyright © 2016 Liz Waldner All rights reserved
from Her Faithfulness
Miami University Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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