Tuesday, June 3, 2014

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.

1 comment:

Martha Jane Orlando said...

And, I got chills reading this . . . Wow!