There was a time when perfection meant
that all the threaded details of my tiny sphere
would neatly fit, in all their woven tightness
and minuscule importance, within some large
fabricated sense of things,
so that my daily garment would appear,
and I would be clothed!
What vanity! Clothed indeed!
Since when did the creator ask for
my narrow sphere as pattern for His
vastness and possibilities?
Those details and those plans
were nothing more than busy knots and
snarls of self-importance!
Oh, unwind! Reweave!
Expand into the freedom of knowing
that there are no loose threads of isolation
too busy or too tight to break
for the possibility of expanding
into that
SEAMLESS GARMENT—the pattern
He has fashioned in His wisdom
—the pattern
that custom-fits each one of us
—the pattern
snug enough for comfort,
loose enough for freedom,
and so beautiful
that we are, indeed
(considering the lilies)
gloriously arrayed in His majesty!
