Hem

I wonder if we are the hem of his garment

The tip of his royal robe

The segment that sweeps along the ground

As heaven dances upon the earth

Splendor meeting soil

Stirring up the dust

Bound to be a little frayed

Bound to bear the marks of a journey long and hard

Bound to unravel a little at times

But even the thread is golden

And there is a master seamstress

And you would think the trimming would lose its allure

That the filth it sails through would ruin it beyond recognition

But in this upside-down kingdom

It is the stains that make it more beautiful

And in this upside-down kingdom

The gown glows most brightly in the dirtiest of places

And because it is an upside-down kingdom

Perhaps we are not hovering on the distant margins of the heavenly One

As he hangs loftily high above us

Perhaps here, on the boundary

Between

Seen and unseen

Lost and found

Despair and joy

What is and

What is yet to come

Is where

He is most present

And so perhaps this fragment

Of a breathtaking garment

Is actually

The most glorious

Katrina Quinn May 2013