A poem based on Ezekiel’s dry bones and Lazarus raised.

The valley is devoid of all,
The silence there sends chills.
What now, what next, which way?
God? Are you here still?

Body parts lay scattered,
Strewn about the ground.
Bone here, bone there,
Is any life around?

Just when I think it’s over,
Comes something from above.
What is that you say?
It is the voice of Love.

The voice then asks a question.
Human can these bones live?
Oh Lord, you know, I answered.
Feeling rather glib.

They can, the voice responded.
Listen up, you’ll see.
Follow these directions,
And new life? It shall be.

Say – Get up, dry bones!
It is time to be restored.
Say dry bones listen!
Hear the word of the Lord.

I prophesied as commanded,

There was –
A noise,
A rattling,
A shake.

I prophesied as commanded,
Them bones began to wake.

In flight they reunited,
Bone by bone by bone.
Assembling together,
Once again at home.

Flesh upon flesh,
A reunion begun.
Skin upon skin,
Together, as one.

But something was, well, missing.
These beings not quite alive.
Without motion it’s nothing, I reasoned.
But with breath? They could revive.

They can, the voice responded.
Listen up, you’ll see.
Follow these directions,
And new life? It shall be.

Say – come hither wind!
Breathe upon the dead.
Bring with it your Spirit!
Breathe new currents instead.

I prophesied as commanded,

There was –
A whish,
A whirl,
A wind.

I prophesied as commanded,
Fresh life then entered in.

Renewed, restored, remade,
All was if as new.
Should have known, I reasoned,
That’s what God can do.

What was lost, now found,
The Lord had done the deed.
Should have known, I reasoned,
God cares for those in need.

It happened too with Lazarus,
Mary and Martha there.
Four days dead, oh, it stunk!
He gave them quite a scare.

Enter Jesus, who was a friend,
This death had made him sad.
Where were you Jesus, they asked?
It made him feel quite bad.

Take me to this man,
Then roll away the stone.
Take me to this man,
For this is still his home.

Jesus then spoke clearly,
Lazarus come out!
The dead then rose and walked,
Of this there was no doubt.

Soon enough beloved,
Easter it shall be – that’s
One more stone rolled.
Resurrection sets you free.

Soon enough beloved,
Easter it shall be.
Salvation is here!
For you, and for me.

So when your bones feel dry,
And you can’t hardly cope,
Remember Christ’s promise,
It brings with it: hope.

When your bones feel dry,

Pray for –
A noise,
A rattling,
A shake.

It is then the Spirit enters in,
And your bones begin to wake.

Get up, dry bones, revive!
It is time to be restored.
It is time to come alive, my friends,
Hear the word of the Lord.