The Girl With Many Names.

They have called me many things
but none of them knew my name.
Not the one He gave me
not the one sewn in light
before my limbs were formed.

I wear the lion
not as armor
but as breath.
I do not roar
I remember.

I wear the eagle
in my gaze.
I see as He sees
not because I try
but because I belong to the wind.

I wear the horse
in my obedience.
I run
not for speed
but because the voice said go.

And I wear the woman
as glory.
As altar.
As the place where eternity
blooms.