Consolation

From time to time
I lay a line of pillows
Underneath the comforter
And rest my body
All along the chilly fabric.
My warmth suffuses them
Until it is returned.

O I am fearfully and wonderfully made!
How strange
That this inadequate reminder,
This phantom substitute
For a warmth I’ve lost
Should comfort.

Praise be to you, O God!
Amen. 

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