...first somewhat-promising-noncrap-hopefully-has-potential writing in almost 6 months. let's see where this goes, shall we?
Do These Bones Live?
Ezekiel 37 “The
hand of the Lord was one me, & He brought me out by His Spirit &
set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones. He led
me all around them. There were a great many of them on the surface of
the valley, & they were very dry. Then He said to me, “Son of
man, can these bones live?” I replied, “Lord God, only You know.”
I could say Yes. When I wrap
thin fingers around the stalk
& wave them through the air
dry with dust. When I beat
out a rhythm like heavy cream
against my sides. They move
& shout & are alive in my grasp.
I could say No. I could watch them
lying in the shadow & feel their want
for water, skin, a home. I could see
their deadness like an eyeless painting,
water colors, rotting fruit. & read
their emptiness like a name plate.
Pondering the wants of spirit-less things.
& then...
I could open my mouth, feel my lips
swing apart – rusted gates with squeaking hinges.
I could let His words spill from me,
hot coals on my tongue & speak the light
into a dark room. Watch them jump
& join at the first song – grow themselves
muscles to dance with.
Eyes to see me.
A heart to love.
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