{Dry Bones}

awakened with thoughts scurrying across my mind

darkness already at the edges waiting to pounce

expectations quickly dashed that this morning would be the one

the one where the newness would be there kissing my cheeks

the one where the dry bones would finally come to life

the dread gone

the joy having arrived

no more being cut off

finding hope again


where is the new life?

where is the breath of God breathing into me?

where are the four winds of change?

will these bones ever find their healing rhythm?

the tickling laughter of a heart finally unburdened by the Spirit’s touch?


or will he leave me here in this valley?

lifeless, brittle, a deafening silence over and over

can he hear me even now in my deadness?

will he respond?

will he call me forth?

will he really open up my grave and bring me up?

will I even believe it is him if he speaks?

will I answer him?

will I allow him to connect my bones

pull together all my parts

give me breath

life anew?


i will head to bed tonight with darkness still there

I will struggle to find enough peace to rest

enough rest to stay till morning

then I will fight the morning again

oh sweet release, when will you come?


{Hope Wood © 2014}

The Valley of Dry Bones

37 The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lordand set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”

I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone know.”

Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath[a] enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’”

So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.

Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’” 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army.

11 Then he said to me: “Son of man, these bones are the people of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’ 12 Therefore prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: My people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. 13 Then you, my people, will know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. 14 I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the Lord have spoken, and I have done it, declares the Lord.’” (Ezekiel 37.1-14, NIV)

>>>This post was prompted by a guided group meditation during a session of the online e-course Kingdom of Ordinary Time<<<