Sanctuary Poem by Jay Reynolds

'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
dying trees
and fallen
leaves

dried river
hungry heart
and wounded liver
sanctuary

bones of dust
sanctuary
my head
know longer knows