Haiku of rattling bones
The vision was strong.
The valley lay before him,
covered with dry bones.
Ezekiel heard
God speak; Tell me, mortal man;
can these bones yet live?
The prophet demurred,
You alone know these things, Lord.
(A careful answer.)
God said: Prophesy
to these bones. By your command
call them back to life.
The prophet called out;
the bones began to rattle
and come together.
The assembled bones
became covered with flesh, skin;
but were without life.
Prophesy, Prophet,
call up the winds that these slain
might take breath and live.
Ezekiel did
what God ordered. The army
rose and stood before.
Israel’s people
are lifeless bones, without hope,
They have no future.
Speak to them, Prophet;
The Lord will open your graves,
God will bring you back.
God makes a promise;
I will give you my spirit,
I will give you life.
© Ken Rookes 2023
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