Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’ ”

Ezekiel 37:4-6


Great Restorer

Lord of all creation

And author of all life,

You speak

And dust grows flesh.

At your command

The spirit breathes


Dead Things

Are not dead to you

What is left

For the clay

Except to obey

It’s crafter?

Dust has no life

Of its own.

It blows

Only where it is led.

Earthly and grounded,

It waits eagerly

For prompting.

What can

Your people do

But hope

In your promise?


Revive these bones.

Restore what is gone.

Who am I

To speak on your behalf?

I too am brittle bone

awaiting death.

I too am but dust

With briefest breath.

You do the undoable

And in so moving

proclaim your glory.

Nothing is impossible

With your command

And I will trust your power


Oh God my God-

You are the great


Rachel Hall