Tumble Dry

Every creatures stalks some other, and catches it, and is caught. 

 
     ~Mignon McLaughlin
 
 
From The Message by Eugene Peterson

Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,
    scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
    set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
    give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
    shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
    or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
    put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
    so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
    and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
    I’ll let loose with your praise.
 
     ~ Psalm 51:7-12
 
I know that God is a gentleman, 
I will let myself be caught,
tumbled with the sheets and pillowcases, the towels, 
the laundry with the tough stains, 
 
a chill restoring my attention, 
sharpening my faith, leaving the dross
in the lint trap
come out smelling like an autumn morning, 
ready.
Because of Him,
Linda
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