"Linen" (Original Poem)

"Linen" 

Linen draped from ceiling to floor 
form flowing rooms and swaying doors.
Laughing, screaming, young children play
with imagination all day. 
First a castle, now submarine
the drying sheets fit any scene. 
Forest, ocean, abandoned halls,
linen corridors, passages, walls. 
Children race through, play hide-and-seek
they tiptoe, whisper, search, and sneak.
Then, with giddy shrieks, race around.
Eerie linen obscures, confounds.
They tear through sheets, duck under
the cloth-draped palace of wonder.
The dim-lit drying room allows
imaginations to arouse.
Drying sheets, so simple and plain
yet perfectly can entertain.

I was actually lacking inspiration today, so I found a 'random word generator' to try to spark it. The third word it gave me was 'linen', which reminded me of a scene in one of my books where young children play in a laundry room, where sheets are hung up to dry. 

I don't know what Bible verse can relate to those poem (LOL) so I'll just post one of my favorite verses. I read this today, in my daily devotions, and I was struck by how God describes Himself: 

Exodus 34:6-7
And the Lord passed before him and proclaimed, “The Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abounding in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, by no means clearing the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and the children’s children to the third and the fourth generation.”

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