Bones

Sometimes the images from old poems come to me.  Changed over time of course. 

Dry Bones – Images from Ezekiel 37 (written in April 2004)

My bones know,

Underneath it all,

Within.

I have lived
In the valley of the dry bones,

Waiting for the four winds to blow,

For the holy breath.

Dry bones
Fragile and hard
Spin through the dance
As the rain falls.
Bones rattling to life
Spring is coming.
Praise God.

The Bones Now (June 2018)

These bones are old now

Dry as the desert again

Cracked with wear

The joints creak

From lack of youth

But they have danced

Rattling with laugher

While the rain washed over us

Spring and summer

Fall and winter

These bones

Have seen it all.

They will carry on

As long as the Spirit

Shall dwell within