Recently I spoke on the subject of the dry bones coming back to life as found in Ezekiel 37. In that amazing chapter God took the prophet out to a valley and pointed to the bone pile. The vision, as outlined by God, was that the dry bones would unite, become covered with flesh, and start to breath; turning into a mighty army. Of course the text is about God’s chosen people. And yet, it applies to organizations, people, and you.
During my delivery, there was a listener who appeared not to be listening. His head was down and he appeared to be scribbling on a piece of paper. After the conclusion he came up to me and told me what he was doing. As he listened, he took notes and these notes turned into a poem. Below you will find the poem he wrote.
Reflections on Ezekiel 37:1-14
May this heart
of dry cracked earth,
this soul, a valley of dry bones
strewn in heaps, desolate
feel Your breath.
May this breath live within me
as a quenching rain
with power to raise shattered frames,
assemble order from disorder,
and connect the disconnected.
Fill my flesh, muscle and sinew
with a divine promise manifest
in motion and direction.
May Your rain not be fleeting,
Nor I content with the fragile flowers
of the first bloom.
They are nothing but a thin wisp of color
atop this wretched floor.
Turning skyward with anticipation,
may I receive your word to create
a new climate, clean and flowering.
Moved by Your Spirit.