Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith
For Brian Ashley of Shetland Meeting, who calls for a generosity of spirit to embrace diverse ways of expressing our experience (Letters, 28 May).
1. Omega and Alpha sit squat on Skull Hill.
As Christ dies, the dark night
of language splits like a fig.
Faith, like dawn’s yolk gutters
gold across unspoken horizons.
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