I call out this night
to the One I cannot seem to name
the One who is beauty and truth
light and dusk
evening and morning
winter and summer.
I cry out with an angst
deep in my being
that wants to know Your Name.
I always imagined I knew who You were and are
I hesitate to use the familiar monikers.
Oh nameless One!
I think I shall simply whisper Abba, Amma
and breathe in Yahweh and Jeshua
exhaling a Ruah
and in those breaths
allow Your Presence to Be.
this fair August night
beckons sleep now.
I shall trust this night to Your loving, near to me Mystery.