(escapril, day 19: without your name, who are you?)

A man climbs to the mountaintop,

Leaking His own lifeblood with every agonized step,

Battered and torn.

He chooses to be here.

Every breath into His bruised lungs goes with a prayer.

For them, for them, for them.

No one other than everyone is on His mind.

Do not deny your name, little one.

His is a name above all other names.

He does not forsake it.

He does not deny it.

He does not seek to spare Himself.

Without that name, ours wouldn’t matter.

He calls you by name.

Look into those soft brown eyes.

He knows, and He is here, and it is alright.