A valley of dry bones
The epitome of death
Imagine taking in the scene
How it took away Ezekiel’s breath.
A place of such desolation
No hope of life in sight
Then God began to tell Ezekiel
How to set things right.
“Speak the words I’ve given you:
Be clothed in flesh again.”
How frightening to see bones rise,
And flesh appear on them.
But if the story ended there
It wouldn’t be complete
Just a valley of assembled bones
With skin over their feet.
If you took a picture
It may look like all is fine
But standing in that valley
In the passing of some time
Time allows what really is
To be completely known.
In this case, there was no breath
To bring life to the bones
Don’t be discouraged by dry bones
But just as important is this:
Don’t assume what looks like life
Truly always is.
Invite the Holy Spirit
To examine every part
Not only bones and muscle
But breathe deep into your heart.
words from wick 