Quiet white

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.

And, of course, I love this cloth. Not for what I’ve worked on it, but for itself. For what it was before it was cloth, and for what it will become. It is quietly, patiently becoming.

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11 Responses to Quiet white

  1. Viv says:

    I’m not a Christian either, but those words are beautiful! Look forward to seeing more of this cloth.

  2. chloe says:

    Lovely lovely lovely: the world needs more loving thoughtfulness. Protecting, trusting, hoping, persevering; like a mother wrapping up the world in a clean white blanket of love.

    Digging the little birdy too! Do your scissors always match your work?!

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  4. Jan Marriott says:

    must remember those words…

  5. Rachel says:

    They are words with more weight and meaning in them than people sometimes realise, but stitchers are in a good position to meditate on such things while they stitch.

  6. serenapotter says:

    very nice.

  7. Lynda says:

    l am not a christian either but love those words and your work.xxx

  8. joe says:

    as so many others have voiced, i, too, am not a christian, but do find that truth is universal, so it matters not from whence it comes! and like your beautiful cloth, i also dwell in possibility…though, like that thoughtful cloth, find myself at times folded away into a box of forgetting…disremembered in an oubliette of my own divising. its light shines bright, karen, and we are all illuminated by its return! thank you!

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