NAME

Drawn in like air off mountain climbs
Hear oh those with ears
For here is the year of the herd  
And here much unheard
 
Exhale and exile mourning
From your stale morning words
For what describes us divides us
A sword in tales of old
 
Khadijah taught belief
Sarah in true faith
And Magda in oil and water
And Tekla with sacrifice
 
And Yeshe said she made
A Miracle to reclaim the one
From the various from the various
Echoes of saviour ring
 
Yea those with ears to hear  
Become as the nameless one
For the name became so mean
And so Amen and gone.