Sanctuary

Lightly pound the tin plate hearts, shining with regret Miles and climates we passed through, like friends we never met I am taking you home, now I am leading you on Looking down from the hills on somewhere that we might belong Jesus on a chain-link fence hanging in the sun Rusty iron with cactus blooms in the wilderness In the blood of Christ Mountains, shoes for tiny feet At the end of the road we stumble on sanctuary This dead land is our monument rising up and round Dusty dry to brush the sky and shade the sacrеd ground And our eyes and feet follow one tiny shining hand Through a crack in thе earth, down to the Rio Grande