Dry Bones

I cried so long my very bones were dry;
I couldn’t raise my head, lay loose-limbed, sunken.
I heard a voice cry, “Prophesy!” My body jumped,
of its own volition, to attention,
knocking the stale breath out of me with a sigh…

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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2 Responses to Dry Bones

  1. Ken Ranos says:

    I don’t usually comment on your poetry, but this one particularly struck me. Awesome.

  2. Pingback: Day 289: the 111th commandment | Epiphany's Bible Challenge

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