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 mirrors.