Koinonia
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Koinonia

Parched and Dying

A poem inspired by Ezekiel 37

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I am dry bones, brittle and weak
Waiting, Lord — to hear you speak.

I am dry bones, scattered and broken
Hoping, Lord — for my heart to awaken.

Come, Lord, come.

I am dry bones, dead inside
My life overcome by an evil tide.

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