God of the valley, God of the wind,
God who breathes life into the dry and the dead:
Somehow we are part of your audacious and unsettling work of resurrection.
We do not understand it.
We barely believe it.
And yet we hear the rattling.
We see the sinews and flesh and skin.
We feel the breeze of the four winds.
Let us inhale deeply
And use the breath you give
To speak your words of life
To these bones that surround us.
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