Through stacks of bones his eyes did wade,
a sea of broken bodies piled.
Ezekiel breathed and flesh was made
and soon the place was running wild.
New lives restored despite the odds
against the man’s prophetic gift.
The Holy Spirit boldly prods
his lungs to wake the dead adrift.
Their spirits rise to joyous height
to know their death yet be made whole;
a chance to win a winless fight,
reclaiming for themselves their soul.
The Valley’s tears no longer pull
toward every limb and rib and skull.
Header photograph ©Caroline Bardwell.
Caroline resides in Upstate New York, where she is employed as an environmental geologist. Her writing, poetry, and photography are all heavily influenced by human emotion, faith, and nature. She enjoys performing her poetry at local open mics and poetry readings. Caroline has had her poetry recently published in ALTARWORK; The Society of Classical Poets; Up the River Journal; 50 Haikus; Faith, Hope and Fiction; Westward Quarterly; and The Faithful Creative. Her creative non-fiction is forthcoming in ALTARWORK. Though her photography has been displayed at small local features, Barren is her first publication credit for images. She can be found online at www.wholeheartpoetry.com and on Instagram (@wholeheart79) and Twitter (@wholeheartpoet1).
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