Sinews and flesh, veins are vain
If the bones be unsteady and wobble
In the valley they lie lifeless
In the vilest of self
Who to their bare chest
Once pointed all but forefinger
Declaring who are you?
Nobody
Now made crystal clear nobody
For those who watch must see
How dry the bones are
That rove this universe
Bragging of transient glories
The ashes of yesteryears
In the valley of despondency
Tranquility eludes dry bones
If upon themselves they gaze
How can they affirm
Through the shadow of death
No evil shall confound yours truly
Who knows whom he’s believed?
But sighting divinity
As always when calamity strikes
Those who meek by the seer
Shall hear: son of man
Shall these dry bones live?
And shall respond You know
For him who knows, knows
Do dry bones on their own live
And not aided with breath
Like surging winds?
So parts find paths on his charge
Neighbour to neighbour
Kin to lost kin
Till they are one again