I will more than remember your name.You are more than a leaf on a drying tree. I will remember your life. Even if no one knew you were here. I will remember.
It’s cold, I know. It’s dark, I see. But these dark nights won’t last forever. I mean to complete the world.You complete my design. I will more than remember your name. You are more precious than a star in the dark summer night.
Toiled and bruised after a long summer day, you lay there helplessly, wondering and missing, longing and thirsting. I look upon your poverty for your soul hungers much.
Like an orphan abandoned and left alone, you are searching, and I am found by you.
‘How long will you keep me hungry? What is the moral of this hunger?’
I see you asking the moral of your thirst. And I mean to answer your question.
But for now, my question is–
Will you remember my name?
Will you know my name?
When the morning comes, will you more than remember my name?
lilyboat 
“And Jacob asked him, and said, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name. And he said, Wherefore is it that thou dost ask after my name? And he blessed him there. And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: for I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved. And as he passed over Penuel the sun rose upon him, and he halted upon his thigh.”
When the morning comes, we too find we halt upon the thigh. We bear marks to remember him by, just as he always bears the marks of remembering us.
the marks of remembering us. so true! Thank you for a beautiful input.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, lilyboat.
And I never felt richer than when I am broke.
Lily means “I dare you to love me” ~ Lena Headey.
i honestly did not know that! thank you for sharing.