it is silent here,

dry,

with death all around

in this valley of

dry bones

where even the earth

cracks beneath me

devoid of life,

can there be hope?

would anyone notice

if I fell beneath

the cracks

and slipped away?

would any mourn

my passing?

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what are these thoughts

that plague

me in the night?

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have faith my soul

look up and dare

to trust…

the seed is fallen

but there is hope,

and hope will

not fail you…

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take heart,

that in the letting go

there is a new beginning,

dry bones may dance again,

and nothing is lost,

dare to slip into the cracks,

let earth and heaven hold you,

break through the outer shell,

put down fresh roots

and learn to live again…