Isn’t it a beautiful name? I always thought so, even as a child. I never even thought of wanting any other. (My FB name Tqhousecat was a temporary alias that I couldn’t rectify so it stuck). It wasn’t until I was grown that I learned its meaning. Rebellious, bitter, a wished-for child. How could that be? Isn’t this the name of Jesus’s mother? I wasn’t catholic, but my relatives were. They worshipped her. I only knew Jesus.
And then there was Mary Magdalene, that adulterous woman. She bore the same name. She fit the description more, I thought. However, when I sought the Lord, I was tipping the scale toward Mary Magdalene. Jesus put me on holy ground. Later I learned more about Jesus’s mother. She carried a bitter burden watching her Son live and die. A bitter sword to pierce her heart, scripture records.
Names aren’t lived up to. They are you and you are them. Maybe they are to be realized. Jesus doesn’t live up to his name. He IS His name. What my name is, is bitter and yes, I have A bitter life at times, a bitter attitude, a rebellious will. But Jesus in me has put me on Holy ground. As His creation I bear His image. As a sinner, I bear my earthly identification, as redeemed I bear His life in me. I always seek that even, Holy ground.
And then there is Mary, Queen of Scots! One who lost her head! What a heritage of extremes I have!
You can erase your name
Tattoos engraved on your soul
Can ne’er be hidden
dVersepoetspub.com prompt is your name. Write a poem of any form about the meaning of your name. Been thinking on these lines for a few weeks. I have a few perspectives, this is one.