The naming of kids

The naming of kids is a difficult matter
It isn't just one of your holiday games
You'll know that their dad's a liturgical pastor
When I tell you our kids must have three different names
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily
Such as Isaac, Bartholomew, Amos, or James
Such as Rachel, Naomi, or Martha (not Bailey)
All of them catholic, Biblical names
Conceptual names can sometimes sound sweeter,
Since options are somewhat restricted for dames
Such as Kathryn, Charissa, Irene (though not Peter)
But all of them catholic, Biblical names
But I tell you, a kid needs a name to inherit
To anchor him well in his family of birth
So second, we borrow from Granddaddy Garrett
Or re-circulate Aunt Mae's name here on earth
For names of this kind we explore the ancestries
Searching the long generations within
How about Comfort? For a dude? No way, weirdo!
Names that belonged to our foregoing kin
But above and beyond there's still one name left over
And that is the name only church buffs can guess
The name that historical research discovers
The one our poor babies will never confess
When you notice our kids in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, may well be the same
Their minds are engaged in perplexed contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of their names

Their long, unpronounceable,
Saintly, Patristic,
Weird, ecumenical, fun-to-pick Names