I want a god who stands mute with me
a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching.
Katie Ford, closing lines to “Sonnet 18,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 46, no. 2, March/April 2017)
I want a god who stands mute with me
a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching.
Church of the Morningstar 