You Are What You Wear-a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Life and Faith for the Years of Winter

When I am beside myself

Or out of sorts

I look to my clothes to find out

Who I am

Perhaps because they stand firm

Against the stylish whimsies of the day

These brown shoes and gray socks

Tan cargo pants and plaid shirt

I know the folds of pants and ribs of socks

Better than I know the folds of flesh and ribs of bone

Of my own body

They shall outlast my body

And go to homeless men

Who sit on corners of the street and beg

The way I am begging for your attention now

By asking you to think about my clothes

JRMcF

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