Speaking The Name

When clouds tinge pink in the early morning,
as gray lizards vie for the best sunning
rocks to warm their agile bodies,
and the bobcat's eyes flash golden
in her dark den,
I will stand in the shadow of the green
mountain and speak a name to
unlock the universe.

 

I will say it softly, reverently at first,
but when the first cactus wren sings
and the dark canyons are filled with
melody, I will shout it for all living
things to hear.
It will be an unmistakable moment
of exhilaration and the earth
will quiver at
the hearing.

 

When all echoes have given way to silence,
I will whisper the name for only the
sahuaro to hear, the ancient one
who stands alone on the
shadowy ridge.
In that instant, Radiance will wash the
valley in boundless joy, rivers of
light will cascade over granite
cliffs, fill ravines, sink into
dry desert sand.

 

All the earth will wake to joy because
the name was uttered.

 

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