(A poem for Pentecost – Ezekiel inspired)

An arid valley
Left for lost
Of life bereft.
Souls parched and empty – scattered
among the stones.

Words examined and divined
Then sudden raucous hope.
A pulling together – sinews stretched
A weaving and renewing
Flesh on bone
Breathless
waiting.

Lost and found
Lifelike, but still;
thirsty souls – restless
nearly whole.

A rushing wind floods the valley
Intercessor – inspires and
Life restores.
A house once fallen, rebuilt
To live and Love
To tell
Faith flooded by Fire
Pulled together
To be sent out.