Thanks to everyone who helped out to give Signs a fantastic launch last night. It was great to phrase it as a time of worship; the guys from the Bridge imagined different sections in terms of doing laundry. Out of that I wrote this piece, meditating on ‘the human dress’, beginning with a quote from Blake.
“Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.”
One piece of divine fabric,
Unblemished, woven without defect
Knit together in a girl’s womb,
Perfectly fitting this human frame,
Was stitched up, and stretched out
Die! said the soldiers,
And they took one and rolled,
They were mistaken,
And we have bought into their mistake.
This cloth was not for sale,
But offered as a free gift.
Taut, pierced, this pelt collapsed around a broken frame,
Pinned out and exhausted, it’s colour drained,
While, in the Temple, another fabric tore top to bottom.
And the weaver escaped
With thoughts for a new design
Hued with mercy,
And lined with love,
Shrouded in mystery.