I want men to find the knoll of flesh above my pubic hair their altar. Grace did not know her own name. Grace means there must be a foray into the wasteland of excess to feel the monumental cover of the love of g-d. In this late state of the blast of summer, the earth refuses to squirm and lies and takes the rape of heat. No need to protest, it will come and it will be.
Grace is non-existent without committed acts needful of acceptance and pardon.
In my own name I have owned and borrowed names via birth and marriage. My grandmother's name was a philosophy of life. I wonder if my father understands the reasons of why his mother left him as an infant. Mismatched for a distinct reason. My father says he dislikes Solomon and I am not surprised at this confession.