This Blanket

Strums of pain
Makes darkling bright
By grasp of a broad moonlight.

If one looks closely,
Total stillness under harness,
Dimlit blanket not placed to suppress.

Cleansing given from life’s worst.
Accepting shadows unintended to blind,
Instead healing injuries of heart and mind.

Without this blanket
In our challenges of time
Daily tumult calls our souls to mime.

Patience, cracks of light resume to live.
In blanket slowly they appear,
Soul’s full presence, back to stear.

© C.I.Mues

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