I saw Jesus softly folding the most beautiful clothes.
Some were silk and velvet, all different sizes and shapes,
some had great long sleeves and lace,
but some were jeans.
I could see shapes like capes
and shapes like bikinis,
I’m sure there were wedding dresses,
Halloween costumes, little league uniforms,
Jesus was putting them away so carefully –
each one — in a drawer with sachets and rose petals.
I never think of Jesus and laundry,
but it didn’t seem blasphemous –
so I asked what he was doing
and he said these were the memories
of all God’s children with dementia
and he was folding them up
to make sure not a one would be torn or lost.
He said — the very first thing those children do
when they come home
is find their drawer.
Oh, what a fun time that is!
Sometimes they dress up
in every memory at the same time —
they are so happy to find them again.
They dance around – swirling and swishing,
and burying their faces in
the fresh-washed scent of their old joys.
Then like some wonderful crazy Paris runway
they walk out to the throne
modeling the wardrobe of the heart.
And the angels hold up mirrors.