A gown interwoven with gold
Psalm 45: 10-17 (NRSVA)
10 Hear, O daughter, consider and incline your ear;
forget your people and your father’s house,
11 and the king will desire your beauty.
Since he is your lord, bow to him;
12 the people of Tyre will seek your favour with gifts,
the richest of the people 13 with all kinds of wealth.
The princess is decked in her chamber with gold-woven robes;
14 in many-coloured robes she is led to the king;
behind her the virgins, her companions, follow.
15 With joy and gladness they are led along
as they enter the palace of the king.
16 In the place of ancestors you, O king, shall have sons;
you will make them princes in all the earth.
17 I will cause your name to be celebrated in all generations;
therefore the peoples will praise you for ever and ever.
To The Weaver, Tailor, Embroiderer
of All That Is
Seen and Unseen —
we ask for more gowns interwoven with gold
for the hurt, the lost, the weary.
We ask for intricate brocade sleeves
for those who have been turned heartlessly away.
May those who have been diminished or admonished
be crowned with ornate cascading headpieces
cherished and catching the light.
May they be
beloved and important
borne with dignity and pride.
Treat with splendour those we have dealt with callous indifference.
Splendour, splendour and more splendour.