A warm electric blanket

It’s not a warm electric

blanket, she said, wrapping

itself around us, a cocoon.

It’s not a blanket warmed

for our comfort and ease,

our protection and defense,

to keep the cold away. No,

she said, it is not that nor

any of those things

we think it is, we believe it is,

we so desperately demand it is.

Rather, she said,

it is the cross.

Photograph by Tilen Hrovatic via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.