“My holy name I will make known among my people
Israel;” Ezekiel 39:7a
sung at evensong in cathedrals
and rapped by street corner singers,
muttered on gurneys
being wheeled into operating rooms
and breathed by nurses and doctors
as they pick up their instruments,
tossed back and forth like bean bags
by kids in a preschool classroom
and whispered into lovers’ ears
at a dance for senior citizens,
fingered into sand by a reluctant teacher
and shouted by one freed from foolishness:
your name, Holy of Holies,
is uttered, guttered, prayed, praised,
dancing, swirling, curling, unfurling
all around us!
© 2020 Thom M. Shuman
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