Holy mud bricks and earthen stones lain.
Spirits of the hallow’s blessed resting tomb.
Sacred edifice defies birthing sires of time;
Withholding visions inside burials grave evidences…
As the palace of divine cathedrals live onward
inside the mastaba house of bones and temple ash;
Spiritual crypts whisper extolments of sapiential songs;
Descried by the sacristy of eternality’s omniscient compass;
Privileged by the megalithic tombs foreshadowing all life…
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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Blessings,
Christine
Peace,
Dayvid
John