Jay Reynolds Poems

we can be
critics

we can be
...

Ohhh....what is life
if one cannot
merge with silence.
You see, death
...

Bury the writings
of the Buddha
Sages
Bury them
...

In calling
You
I said Thou
Name
...

'And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water
for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.' ~ Ezekiel 47: 12

sanctuary
...

we can sit here
and breathe
air
...

Beauty once tasted
her own
blood
...

I'm going to
pray

Not for you
and
Not for me
...

I walked next to the
river today

Of course it flows
...

woke this morning
to a blue bird
pecking at the
window
...