A SHAWL OF MANY COLORS
My Beloved surprised me with the most thoughtful of gifts:
A colorful homespun shawl, where He adroitly interlaced
Rosy threads of Love and golden filaments of Light,
With tiny beads of Wisdom that render it oh-so-bright.
He gently draped it around my frame, prompting me to relax in His name.
I swear this cloak is softer than cashmere and fluffier than down feathers.
It shimmers like the delicate iridescent glitter that adorns my angels’ hair.
I shall forever cherish this most versatile attire,
Fitted both for casual wear and celebratory dinners.
I shall follow to the letter its care label instructions:
“To be hand washed religiously with reputable softeners.
Never in a million years, to be put through the wringer!”
When I get cold hands or feet,
When I shiver from fever or fear,
I shall bury my face in it,
And relish in its magic.
My Beloved knows me so well!
As a final loving touch,
He dipped this flawless fabric
In His Otherworldly Essence,
An additional feast for my awakening senses!
Such a just-because gesture is more than a tender memento,
It is a security blanket infused with supernatural powers.
Like a magic carpet, it propels me to higher spheres.
When I shall depart from this orb,
I wish to travel wrapped in it,
Taking it along on my eternal trip.
After all, my initials are stitched in it.
Anyas Spencer, Medford, OR, November 4, 2018