Dry Bones

I descend into the valley
To the middle of the floor
Theres nothing there thats living
Nothing breathing anymore
There are only bods here
In this haunted garden bed
My father introduced it
To the giant dusty day
The dryness of the winter
The bitter of the wind
The bones have cracked and splintered
Will they ever live again
He asks me
Son of Man can these bones live
I say
Oh my Lord if breath you give
Flesh and skin I offer
And lift up broken limbs
Watch the bones be put together
So that they can live again
And so with a whisper
He tells me what to say
To make the valley shudder
And the skeletons obey
So I say
Dry bones hear the voice around
Be raised up from this dusty ground
Come for winds and fill the slain
See them rising to their feet again
My people I have done it
I have robbed your hungry grave
From the meal that he desired
And the final breath he craved
You have not breathed your last now
You have only just begun
Now go into the corners
Of the earth with what I’ve done