I have started
on a new phase in life: an internship in the parishes of the Westland region, a
federation consisting of twelve churches. I still need some time to orient
myself, so I cannot give you an impression at the moment, also because it is
getting rather late. As it is time for the September blogpost, however, I will
perform a desperate trick and pull an old poem out of the hat. Enjoy!
Tailoring
wisdom
Voluminous billowing
cloth that can embrace
all forms; sparkling in
light of early morn;
true image of the folds
of time and space –
the cloak of erudition
lightly worn,
clasped and adorned with
geometric gems
completed by a ruby at
the heart,
vital eccentric centre.
At the hems
seven dancing bells that
resonate. In part
this intricate stitchment
of energized human signs
seems like a yarn spun on
the looms of God.
The chasubles, worn by
our own divines,
present this cherubic
aspect. Feet wing-shod
flutter beneath in
ill-disguised employ:
a blessing on the
gospellers of joy!
