Wednesday, April 4, 2012

My lovely distant god ...

My God, my God, he cried, If he is quoted right .... Somehow that moan is comforting To us, alone at night, Who tremble, daring dawn, That He, so wise and strong, Should weep and ask for aid. Somehow, my lovely distant god, It makes me less afraid. Miriam Kessler

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