My Name

Before there was time

          you spoke.

Whispered my name;

          even as you called stars and trees and mountains to be.

In Mother's arms

           you spoke

Murmured my name into her heart,

sang it to me, my lullaby

Storms raged around me-

fear and loss and doubt

But,

  called soft under the wind

my name, your voice,

 my knees weak,  my heart dares again to hope

Tender on Lover's lips

        carried on the evening breeze

            you spoke.

My Name

And I knew who I Am

(John 20:16)