From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Who are you?
asks the priest
high plumed in radiant robes.
Who are you?
a second time
repeats the accent verb.
Who are you?
comes again
and echoing through ears
which having heard
the triplicated liturgy
more times than three
reflect upon the ancient worship form
that claims the right
of sense and sound
to challenge chattled children
of the Sacred One.
And we who hear the story
may ponder poverty of thought
when we so gladly give reply
with surname, nation, or career
and watch slip through our fingers
the gem-stoned opportunity
to show our true identity.