Thursday, February 26, 2009
Being Amid Bones
The streets are lined with big beautiful oak trees with massive limbs, many branches. "The hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord." Many of the trunks have now shed; they stand like massive tall white bones one after another. Wind. Moving. "And sat me down in the midst of the valley." Bones with veins. I touch them. Smooth. "And it was full of bones." They are alive, but dead; I breathe. "Shall these bones live again?" I bend my head back, looking as far as I can upwards. Awestruck. Walking. Dead. "Speak to these bones." Live!