Just a small cloth that was shut away, languishing in the ‘for finishing’ box. It seems to be happy to see daylight at last. It seems to bear me, its cruel captor, no hostility at all.
Cloth is patient, cloth is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. Cloth does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
My apologies to the New English Bible, and to 1 Corinthians: 13. I’m not a Christian, but I do love these words.