“I haven’t got a thing to wear,”
Said the maiden to the tailor.
I wonder if you have some cloth
To attract that handsome sailor.
Would you make a dress so fine and fair
That no one could resist me?
The tailor thought for quite a while
For the task was rather risky.
The tailor knew that what one wears
Is really just a cover
Attracting just the rover’s eye
Before they might discover
Exactly what was ‘neath the cloth -
The person deep within
For every wise and wistful soul
Will check below the skin.
What’s in the heart?
What’s in the mind?
What makes this person tick?
Is what I see a truth revealed
Or just a parlor trick?
The search for meaning, love and truth
Is life’s impressive tale,
A task that each one must resolve,
Succeed, perhaps to fail.
To search restricted to our sight,
Or smell or touch or taste,
Is search without the total sense
That causes us to waste
Our days in racing to and fro,
To chasing after wind,
And in the process, not to know
How often we have sinned
Or missed the message loud and clear,
Tis not the clothes you wear,
But how you live your life in faith,
To love and hope and care.
So as the tailor recognized
Not cloth, nor silk, nor fleece,
Can make one more attractive
Than the armor of God’s…
Peace,
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