Everywhere on the tongues of birds
and in their song
your name emerges,
flutters near my temples and comes to rest
in my chest.
I speak it with them,
embrace it as dearly as if it were you
this name
this gathering of consonants
and vowel, each sound a pearl dropping
into my hand and each day
the treasure mounting.
PB Sweeney
Salaam, I have just discovered your blog through Brother Irving’s new blog and I am so glad to have found my way here. Your poetry touches my heart and this one speaks to the quiet space within that mirrors the Name within all creation.