Jezreel
A queen may spill
her silver blood upon
your trodden street
but you are sweet
to my mind,
a sanctuary.
In your valley
lies a promise,
dewy grass and
fruit filled trees
swaying, praising
the wind a
fragrant exhale.
Jezreel, I want to
walk down your hills
and rest
on your cinnamon
earth, lie upon
the promise of peace.
the actual Valley of Jezreel |
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