Diana van den Berg (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)
What music there is in your name!
What joy it must bring you
when somebody asks you “What is your name? ”
to say, sing, celebrate, “Tahira Mia! ”
Forgive me for any misspelling – I haven’t seen it written.
I merely heard it on a Spirit Sunday TV presentation on interfaith tolerance”
Just say your name, and listen with all your senses.
I have a young friend in Namibia,
called Nangula Nafuka.
For sheer pleasure, I often start an email to her with
“Nangula Nafuka, Nangula Nafuka, Nangula Nafuka”
I have heard it asked,
“What is there in a name? ”
My answer is that there can be
but few, as with the two of you,
have names the angels sing.
(28 August 2011)
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