They lie as they fell in the heat of battle,
bones and dried gore and hate’s bloody shame.
Now noise overwhelms like a machine-gun rattle,
A whisper above breathes our God’s veiled name.
They find their own body part, who knows how,
and sinews join them and swaddles with skin,
the quiet wind above whispers its vow,
and new life covers the earlier sin.
Evil army they were before they were killed,
Now they arise a non-violent array,
God’s Dominion of love is theirs to rebuild,
Fruits of kindness and joy now on display.
Across our bony fractures the breath quivers,
Today Christ’s glory in now-loved limbs shivers.
- Ezekiel 37:1-14
- Romans 8:6-11
- Lent V (Year A)
Ted Witham 2017