A Valley Rises

Dry bones lay in the valley,
A dead stretch of life gone by,
Ezekiel tasked to prophesy,
To sinew and breath give rise.

Rattling bones come to life,
Dressed by the word of God,
The sounds carried by the wind,
No longer dry or flawed.

Joy washes the garden of lost souls,
His covenant through love renewed,
Forgiveness, the ultimate gift,
As the prophet delivers the news.

Faith anoints God’s church,
His mercy overflows the brim,
As the spirit strengthens inside us,
The resurrected life begins.

May 12, 2021