dry bone

I am the dry bone.

I lay rotting in the desert.

Cold & bare.

The light of the day is the only thing keeping 

Me from decomposing fully.

I am realizing that I will soon turn to ashes

But my time has not yet come.

God breathe your breath in me

So that I may be flesh & body again.

I am aching although I have none left.

I know you will do it

You have done it before.

I desire this.

Please help me.

I have nothing left.

{Ezekiel 37: Vision of the Dry Bones}