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Friday, April 22, 2011

Evan's Poetry

I've been meaning to post some of Evan's poems out here for quite some time, but never got around to it....until now. Here's a new one he wrote just yesterday :-)  I hope you enjoy.

In the Valley of Death

 © 2011 Evan Johnson

As I wander, as I pray,
I’m still limping on my way.
But the timid light has shown,
I’m alone in fields of bones.

Bones around me, all are old,
Bones surround me, dark and cold.
Bones beneath me, break apart,
Break apart now like my heart.

Bones to blood, blood to skin,
How can we turn ‘round again?
Can these bones be raised to dance,
A dance of love and happiness?

We have fallen, we have lost,
Left our morals at first frost.
But as I turn and look around,
A holy voice now shakes the ground.

Bones beneath me, lie and wait,
Bones within me, resonate.
Bones begin to move and form;
Skies above begin to storm.

Bones to blood, blood to skin,
How can we come back again?
Will these bones arise and dance,
A dance of love and happiness?

Now the bones begin to sigh,
‘Neath a black and brooding sky.
Skeleton men snap and stand,
Above a dry and broken land.

Bones astound me, interweave,
Bones will form ye sons of Eve.
Bones with naught but more bones shod,
Cannot make the sons of God.

Bones to blood, blood to skin,
Who can turn us ‘round again?
Can these bones even still dance,
A dance of love and happiness?

Winds whip up and drive me down,
Besides these thousand bony crowns,
“See these bones?” The voice cries, “Yes,”
“I will clothe these bones with flesh.”

Bones are hidden, disappear,
Bones now hide in faces dear.
Bones still sing the song of death,
They still lack their Maker’s breath.

Bones to blood, blood to skin,
Are we coming back again?
Have these bones arose to dance,
A dance of love and happiness?

The voice cries a righteous doom,
“You are broken from your tombs!
“I have raised you from your graves,
“I have bought your soul to save!”

Bones filled up with breath of life,
Bones no more a cause of strife.
Bones to sing a song of praise,
Like a roaring fire’s blaze.

Bones to blood, blood to skin,
He has brought us back again.
Now these bones will live and dance,
Their dance of love and happiness.

 © 2011 Evan Johnson

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