Like a Blanket

Like a Blanket

by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar

Like a blanket,

we use The Creator to comfort our soul,

we take Him off when we feel in control,

but when life chills us deep to the bone,

we run to Him so we’re not alone.

Like a blanket,

we try to use The Creator to hide

the storms that are raging inside.

We drape Him over doubt and fear,

then fold Him up when skies are clear.

Like a blanket,

we toss Him down when days are bright,

forgetting His warmth in the dark of night.

We call on Him when the pain runs deep,

then place Him aside when we fall asleep.

Like a blanket,

we try to cover what’s been left unsaid

the secrets stacked beneath our bed.

We hope the fabric can make it right,

but healing won’t come without truth in sight.

Like a blanket,

we sometimes treat Him like a spare

tucked in a closet without a care,

until the winds of sorrow blow,

and suddenly, we need Him so.

But The Creator is not just thread and seam,

not stitched together like a fleeting dream.

He’s the warmth within the coldest night,

the guiding flame, the morning light.

Not just a blanket we pull and shove,

but the source of mercy, grace, and love.

He doesn’t tire, tangle, or tear

His presence eternal, always there.

So let us not use Him, then let Him go,

like a blanket tossed to and fro.

Let us wear Him like breath, like skin,

let His peace dwell deep within.

For when the soul feels worn and torn,

and winter’s bite leaves us forlorn,

He wraps us in a love so wide,

we no longer need to run or hide.

Like a blanket?

No, far more true

The Creator is the thread in all we do.

Not something used then cast away,

but our shelter forever to stay.