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Let the Hearers Say

Ekstasis MagazineComment
Let the Hearers Say

Let the Hearers Say

Jono Subers

Cotton-mouthed and counting ribs
The valley's bones have counted sheep
A desert deer searching to sip
My swollen tongue searches my teeth

Nothing here could hope to fill
We're branches on a barren tree
But Mercy cried aloud and said
"All the thirsty, come to me"

Come, you hungry
Come and eat
Come and see the Nazarene

Come, you weary
Come, draw near
Come and rest your head on me

Jono Subers
Poet

Photography by Lina Verovaya