Christ's Curtain

Look here, Lord, at the curtains
the sun soaked (factory dyed) freedom
stitched in, Your cotton –
transforming the room,
fabric hanging in faithful purpose.

how does this happen?

dress a portal, make a
frame of mind --

give a dungeon a curtain
for the window hole in its wall
and agony might pause
like Your mercy in the
form of a fine photograph …

stillness, familiarity, and peace
give way to allowed daylight –
birthing décor and possibilities.

then, in lazy, untailored time –
come warm welcomes for visitors
and chatting amongst coffee's cream.