I pray for you a meaningful Lenten journey.
Ash Wednesday
Ezekiel 37:1-3
The valley, bowl of bones
prompts tears. I see
my life scattered there,
chipped, broken, dry.
How did I survive?
Harsh sun beat down
severe, unyielding.
Looking closer I see
ground beneath watered by
unseen Source, soaking,
seeping up, easing the dryness,
cupping the brokenness,
soothing, sustaining, shielding.
Can these bones live? Ah,
already they are coming to life!
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