O incognito god, anonymous lord
O incognito god, anonymous lord,
with what name shall I call you? Where shall I
discover the syllable, the mystic word
that shall evoke you from eternity?
Is that sweet sound a heart makes, clocking life,
Your appellation? Is the noise of thunder, it?
Is it the hush of peace, the sound of strife?
I have no title for your glorious throne,
and for your presence not a golden word, --
only that wanting you, by that alone
I do evoke you, knowing I am heard.