of a distant Cockerel waking
I realised the name of God
That we say on first breath;
From birth we gasp
Each day we sigh
When troubled or oppressed.
We say this name in happiness
In Joy
Too ecstatic to suppress,
We gasp this name in fits of mirth
Sided aching and legs failing
arms clutching sides of aching
Incontinent in childish name
At last we whisper this precious name
Last breath;
Perhaps raked in pain and anguish
Or softly spoken
in accepting peace
But still this name on parted lips
rewards us with eternal bliss.
I glory to each rattling sound
My wheezing hacking gasp,
My lungs still filled and moving
means God has not finished my task;
To learn to live in wonder
And meet with him at last.