I have heard that some people don’t even call God a name at all, they don’t even spell GOD because that’s unholy and I think that’s a terrible lie and full of shit, but some people believe that.
Dear journal, I have never written down the name of my beloved to you. She has never been revealed to you, I have veiled her. Protected her, always. I refuse to share her name, her holiness, as well, is also great. Should I ever reveal her name, I should be stricken dead.
Only if she falls so far from grace as to abandon all hope of my love, would I tell you. But it’s not important to know. I call her nicknames, she keeps calling me the Shepherd. I think I like The Shepherd better than my own name. ///