Valley
I know the hand before I perceive the name.
A letter, both welcome and generous
Mailed by souls, to me, long dead and buried...
Dry bones
these friends jump up
Assemble themselves
En~flesh and en~tendon
Whirl with spirit.
Comes, O'breath of the four winds and
enters in
I gasp, rattled
God's hand upon me
These slain shall rise!
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