FABRIC
A bolt of fabric laying there,
like a dead body
after a catastrophe,
waiting to become suits, ties,
curtains, coverings….
Is there hope?
Is there resurrection?
Is there life after death?
Is there recovery after a tragedy?
In the meanwhile we bury our dead.
We unroll the bolt of fabric.
Then we move upwards
and outwards from the grave.
We pick up scissors, needle
and thread and sew together
the future – and wear it well.
As to eternal Easter, I want to
be like Jesus, more than rolled up
linen cloths;* rather I want to be
risen, rising, bringing peace
and the kingdom to those
who can squeeze through
the I of the needle.**
* John 20: 6-7
** Mark 10;25; John 12;24
like a dead body
after a catastrophe,
waiting to become suits, ties,
curtains, coverings….
Is there hope?
Is there resurrection?
Is there life after death?
Is there recovery after a tragedy?
In the meanwhile we bury our dead.
We unroll the bolt of fabric.
Then we move upwards
and outwards from the grave.
We pick up scissors, needle
and thread and sew together
the future – and wear it well.
As to eternal Easter, I want to
be like Jesus, more than rolled up
linen cloths;* rather I want to be
risen, rising, bringing peace
and the kingdom to those
who can squeeze through
the I of the needle.**
* John 20: 6-7
** Mark 10;25; John 12;24
A hope for Haiti.
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2010
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