A Titleless Poem
Somehow you are too bare and raw
without a name
Emptied of a banner over you
Hold a quiet pause
as if your very breath
You appear to
Come to me as
All the unknown people
I have never met
Wrapped in a place that holds
The unmarked spot
Like the tombs of soldiers
Never named
Known only
Unknown
So I will name you
With what I have been given too
Embrace you with my words
Call you all the Grace that ever lived
Poured down from Heaven, unto the Earth
Transform you with vibrant
Pantone color of the year
Shade you with every one
All life and color that has come before
Pull you into the company
Of those who share the name
Amazing
What a name can do
Grace looks good on you
Joining my friend Laura and her beautiful community
elizabeth w. marshall 
“So I will name you
With what I have been given too
Embrace you with my words
Call you all the Grace that ever lived…”
Elizabeth, you capture, in the life of your words here, the power of naming. I love how you move us from the raw, quiet grief of this to the abundance of grace. Thank you.