Naming Jon Doble

Jon Doble NAMING

It began with a mother’s gift, wrapped in hope and dreams selfless seeing what could not be seen, for in that gift, there is past living by those who bore it for themselves, shaped its resonance for now, this moment, this beginning opening yet untrod paths of what will be lived out in the gifting of your name.

Then in the living time, the name was stretched, belonging less and feeling more that what was meant to be or not, was fuelled and fanned by baleful lessons taut with fearful knowing of the ways and means of your living.

Then in the fleeing time, the name was foundered in the intensity of depth by deep despairing, severed from the gifting long ago, abandoned in the floating, free at last, and in the last the rite of passage overwhelmed the hope then ripped apart the destination of your fleeing.

Then in the landing time, the name was othered in the press of cuttings rich with shame and blame, but still no name to shun the judgment of their ire that points the barrel of dark opinion, triggering and echoing still the frothing waves of bile, to drown the faceless invasion of your landing.

Finally, in the banishing time, the name was smothered, ousted out of time and mind beyond the border lines of hopeless understanding, held vice like, fear gripped, preying now, and staring down past condemnation of the fallen, glittering still with doleful droplets of such weary waters of the baptismal banishing of your name.