and I suspect I am about
to die,
I want to give away a shawl.
Not a brand new one,
but one that has been
to the grocery store
and to the post office
and all the other ordinary places
where I daily go.
It won't be tattered and discarded,
or one that just never felt quite right.
Those can be given at any time.
But one you wear, that
is something else again.
I think that is what Jesus knew.
I have such a shawl now,
given to me by a friend
who has now passed.
It is large and drapes abundantly,
and can cover my head
in a damp mist,
like a good shawl should.
So, as I prepare to walk out the door,
and my hands reach out
and I touch this shawl once more,
I think of her
and I give thanks
and I pray
that one day
I will know
that the time has come
to pass it on.
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