Photo copyright Melodie Cardin

In memory: my aunt, used with permission.

The Blanket
By Hope (Babe) Halsted Hubbert
November 21, 1974

The Blanket of love, so warm and clean
Wipes away the past – which never should have been
Taking with it - the bitter hurts
Cleaning up - that pile of dirt
Brightening the future, so beautifully bare

By telling the past – it was never there
Shortening the memory, from day to day
So the Blanket of love, can have her way.
The Blanket of love, can have no pride
Not even one corner of self, to hide
It opens itself to everyone
Where the truth of tomorrow, has just begun.
The demon of self, lays, covered with dust
The Blanket of love, cleans off all that rust
Forgiving – what was yesterday
So the Blanket of love, can have her way.

Taking the hurts – yet to be born
Covering them up, so cosy and warm
It cannot remember – it always forgets
And kills the memory, of all our regrets.
This sin covering Blanket, has a wonderful art
It can put life together, or take it apart
Exquisitely sketching a pattern sublime
From out of the realm, of spaceless time

Like painting a picture, with an artful brush
And tossing the clouds, into a sunset’s blush
Inking the clouds, and deepening the night
Molding the future, by putting things right
Removing the pieces, that should have been better
And fading them out, forever and ever.

Such a warm lilting Blanket, giving new birth
Kissing with love, like nothing on earth
Humming a song, that is wholesomely plain
And chanting our thoughts, toward heaven again.

This Blanket of love, is holding the key
To smother the monster of self, within me
Wooing it gently, as never before
Disarming the heart, and unlocking the door
Soaring the spirit, as high as a kite
Capturing with love, and giving new sight
Like bursting the “Milkweed” that is ready to bloom
Tearing it open, to give it more room
Removing the miserable self, from the Pod
And leaving the heart full, of nothing but God.