SILENT WORSHIP
SILENT WORSHIP This is a reworking in prose form of the first poem I ever wrote, called “ Endless Night” It was, coincidentally, the first of my poems to be published. She had lived in his apartment building for seven months and three days. He knew this to be so, for he had kept a tally of her days: there in a chamber in his mind. He visited this chamber often, so that he might view her days, as in some fabulous museum of the soul. Days there were that sparkled like jewels, lit from within by... Sign in to see full entry.