what if this
silent
blanket
hides me
from wrath,
and holds me in
a place
where my
heartbeat slows
to beat with yours?
what if
this shroud
holds a healing
balm, protecting,
and transforming
me slowly,
moulding me softly
and making me new?
my prayer
is softer now
"oh that you
would
rend the heavens
and come
down"
this is still
my hearts
desire...
