And even though you do not know your name

And even though 
you do not know your name 
you have given nameless places 
recognition. 
You have baptised spaces merely by 
inhabitation, 
there has been an inner invitation 
that you’ve accepted, 
with all that holy, wholly hesitation. 
Leaving others back 
behind the curtain, 
you’ve asserted something 
in the face of god-divine, 
something you were finding out, 
a kind of 
leave-it-all-behind-and-mind-you-don’t-feel-guilty 
sense of declaration. 
And even though 
you do not know your name, 
your inhabitation space was named 
by face-to-facing something that 
you met and listened to. 

This space is yours, 
whatever it is called, 
named by life and all this living, 
and all the best things that regret can bring 
and all the hope you muster. 

-- Pádraig Ó Tuama, Irish poets, theologian, and conflict mediator, from Readings from the Book of Exile, 2012