& though I have lived so long in darkness, tonight I climb out of the cave to look up at the moonlit sky that sees me first and smiles God knows, happiness and the sky long to see me like villagers yearning for the moon to step out Tonight I smelt my aches, shapeshift …
The baby, nameless still in this model of spirituality, and his parents, Sarah and Fabian, catechists at Saint Mary’s parish, sit in the front pew. The baby’s godfather and uncle, who is Uche elsewhere, but not on this day, not in this ritual where he must be Silas, sits behind the baby’s parents. There is …
