Faith you taught me to pray, the words and offering to the Divine: a God who kept you safe when we couldn’t – now I speak: a different language; I take your prayers, fashion them into riddles: questions on faith, but I seem faithless to holy men. I am shot through with doubt, racked with guilt. I take my last touch, of fingertips to your cold skin; your hair catches; I drop your shroud. I clasp my trembling palms and... Read more