Revelation

Gather in
your soul skin like
folds of a silken skirt.
Held close, fisted tight,
loosen it in time
while you eye the warp
and weft of fine
threads—each a strand
of the cloth encompassed
about you.
Unfurl at your choosing
as the Weaver beckons,
revealing bolts opulent
as pearl, iridescent,
multi-colored. Circling
your frame, the garment
sways as you dance
to the music strummed
for those who swirl
the world in silken skirts.

This poem first appeared at Altarwork.com, curated by Jason Ramsey September 2016