<div><b>Poet Katie Ford's debut collection confronts God in a language as shifting and ecstatic as divine encounter</b><br><br>This comes out of folklore.<br>Invented because tenderness at times<br>must be written in. There was a woman.<br>There was a cross. But in fact<br>they have hung him too high <br>to be touched.<br>—from "A Woman Wipes the Face of Jesus"<br></div>