“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet " William Shakespeare-from Romeo and Juliet
what name do I call you? Should I call you beautiful, elegant, exquisite, and glorious? For that is what you are. Should I call you anxious for that's where I am? Should I call you perseverance for that's what it takes? Should I call you lost for my logic seems misplaced?
My love, my passion, you extreme me. Be with me. Reveal you, reveal me. What do I believe? Do I seek you or do I seek self gratification? Do I want you, or do I long and need you. Would you complete me or would it negate me.
They say I will die in this place. I want to die there too. A place of brokenness, humility, integrity. I could cry there too. Justified by the faith I choose you.
If I was to call you, would you know my name? Would you call me by name or just consider it sweet? Am I set apart? How will you recognize me? Here I am, don't pass? It was my past, don't judge me. If I have died resurrect me. Like a heart that has stopped pulsing, revive me.
The bricks of this castle destroyed, torn down. Look the ash from the debris settles. Showing fragments of past worth jolting. The tower vulnerable, even to the enemy. Would you battle with me? The house shattered would you aid and rebuild with me?
What name would you call me? If I wore the scarlet letter the world placed on me, which would it be? D- Divorced, S-Sinner, A-Adultery or Alien, B-bastard, L-liar,
E-evildoer?
If you look close there is only one I bare. It is S, but not sinner. Son is my name. By any other name you would still call it Glory. Tell me, lean close, what is your name? Would you reveal even as much?
