Saturday, June 18, 2011

2011.06.19 Trinity, Seamless Garment

It’s Trinity Sunday, time set aside to remember Godde: Holy Divine Three AND One.

I can not imagine a truly seamless garment.

As someone who used to do lots of sewing I know how important seams are and how hard they are to place, straighten and smooth. Seams make boundaries between different kinds of fabric, parts of a pattern designed to fit different parts of a human body, itself full of seams called alternately joints, ligaments or muscles. (If you’re my age, think wrinkles too.)

Body seams delineate functions and demarcate body parts to make sure one part doesn’t intervene or intrude on another. Seams also connect one part to another—loosely.

Seams are orderly, discrete and, depending on the fabric, hard to execute. When I made the bridesmaids’ dresses for my sister’s wedding out of ecru velvet, the cut and pattern were easy but the seams were difficult—long running lines in the lush thick of velvet that stuck and bunched and didn’t cooperate. If a seam isn’t flat the line of the dress looks uneven, bumpy, ugly like a sudden pimple on your nose when you’re fifteen.

There are seams on books too. If you break one you do worse than breaking your mother’s back.

When I would sit in Mercy Center’s chapel on retreat kneeling on a pillow below the tabernacle and the ceiling-to-floor rose portrait it often felt like a seamless continuity a flow with no hardline stitches.

Tabernacle, rose and I, we three totally dissimilar AND one seamless line of being.

In Godde there is no need for categories, territories, borders, no trespassing signs because though different we are all one.

How lovely would be a seamless religion with no need for fear or aggression or proofs or denominational strictures. We would look different in our clothing, trappings, tenets, structures and song according to our churchly and worldly cultures, but we would have the same soul—and know it.

Seam rippers are sharp, small painstaking tools used to remove seams. To rip a seam takes patience, care, courage, commitment, risk, grief and more love than one alone can muster.

Still, Godde is a Seamstress. It is Her design and Her way.

So to honor the seamless Trinity, the long green pentecostal season and Godde the Seamstress, I pray..............

SEW ME A SEAM OF FINEST SILK
DON’T LET YOUR SEAM END LEST THE THREADS
THAT MARK ITS END ARE PULLED
AND THE ELEGANT FLOW OF FABRIC BECOMES
COCOON, OR WORSE, COSMIC CORSET.
UNSEAM ME, DEAR GODDE,
ONE TINY STITCH AT A TIME.
THEN BREAK MY HEART WITH YOUR GRANDEUR.