Vestments
I have dressed myself in riches like a lily clothed in gilt; golden thread and silver stitches cover velvet, cover silk. I’ve adorned myself in fineries, but I cannot trick your eye. Naked underneath these vineleaves, I have prayed you’ll pass me by. Do not turn, O God of Eden, in the cooling of the day here to seek me. You’ll not see, then, how your daughter’s turned away, for I stand in borrowed vestments so to hide me from your sight, and the soul’s own iridescence here lies hidden from your light. All these robes will not deceive you when I kneel before your throne: What I am when riches leave me that I am and that alone. Take your daughter to the desert; lead this dust across the sand: Casting off brocade and velvet in your mercy I must stand. Strip away the jewels and silver, silken thread and cloth of gold, as I stand before my builder: Let your eye, O God, behold.



A simply beautiful prayer. Thank you for sharing!
Lovely. Your poetry is always complete--rhythm, meter, rhyme, word choice, vocabulary, message, modern application. You are a wordsmith and allow your light to shine before women and men.