The Valley of Dry Bones

A valley of dry bones
A spiritual dessication
A steady dissipation
A journey without destination
Love without dedication

A valley of dry bones
The heart of a wasteland
Taste of straw in our mouths
The stuffing coming out
The depths of a dilettante
Pity grace mercy peace
Momentary instinct
Too shortlived too scant
To succor our infants

A valley of  dry bones
Arranging itself in poses
Stultified and stagnant
A deathbed of Roses

I searched for you in the church
I looked at the spire
The most high was higher than this puddle of iniquity.

A valley of dry bones
Strewn like dead matchsticks
No fire it was stomped out...
Blind candles without wicks

A valley of dry bones
Blindness glistening under
The sun
No burial without understanding
of life and death
All is one.
Withered out of breath souls stultified a deep suffering
without power to cry
A mummification in motion
Without strength to die.

A valley of dry bones
I'm one of them
Pray for me
Your prayers may work
for both you and me
Our prayers are
Inside journeys
Soul meetings
Revelations
Arcs of understanding
Between people different dimensions  wandering worlds

Ever wonder how
Words are to be used ?
Usher your wands
Throw wants
To the winds of destiny
Change change
Turn the tables of temptations
Summon your magic
Resuscitate
Bring back to flesh
Your lovely bones of tenderness

Prayers are magic
The divine bargain
Of humanity and the
Price of Salvation.

All rights reserved
(c) Amrita Valan 2014