Title image "Sanctuary"

There it stands
At the crossroad
Last house on the left
On a corner cold with stone
Last stop before the gates
And the turn
That will put you on the road

We meet
True to the tryst
Where the wind blows through
The last stop
Last chance
Last hope
The final destination
And refuge from
The howling in the trees

Dying sun slants warm
Across broken benches
And fallen dais
Scattered altar
Silent with weeping
Of reverential penitent
And willful sin

Outside
The howling
The law
The declaration
Convocation
Dogma
The signed confession

Outside
The storm
The road
The wild

But here we meet furtive
Staff in hand
Break bread
Together
One last time
The last time
Until that day
We meet at the fire