The Valley of Dry Bones

Ezekiel 37: 1- 14 1 The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones, 2 And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry. 3 And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. 4 Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. 5 Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live: 6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the Lord. 7 So I prophesied as I was commanded: and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and behold a shaking, and the bones came together, bone to his bone. 8 And when I beheld, lo, the sinews and the flesh came up upon them, and the skin covered them above: but there was no breath in them. 9 Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man, and say to the wind, Thus saith the Lord God; Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live. 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army. 11 Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts. 12 Therefore prophesy and say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, O my people, I will open your graves, and cause you to come up out of your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel. 13 And ye shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O my people, and brought you up out of your graves, 14 And shall put my spirit in you, and ye shall live, and I shall place you in your own land: then shall ye know that I the Lord have spoken it, and performed it, saith the Lord.

Prisoners of Hope

This poem was inspired by Zech 9:12 “Turn ye to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope even today do I declare that I will render double unto thee.”

A Strange Wind Blowing

My instinct, my spirit all-knowing

I saw trouble ahead of me

Like a tsunami, a raging sea

Crashing my reality


I want to be free


I prayed for strength

To overcome another day

Too many obstacles and challenges

Blocking my way


Just give me a chance

To unlock the chains

living like a prisoner

desperate to escape the pain


Give me the key

Stop the roaring sea

As I reflect on how

Things use to be


Moments of Bliss

Scratching things off

My wish list

Now, it’s all a mist


Hazy, lazy days

Trying to figure out

What bills to pay

Not to mention

No paydays


Praying for wisdom to understand

As I stood in silence

trying to figure out my life’s plan


Suddenly, something arose inside of me

The words of hope

Changed my mentality


The power of words

Can create life or death

I regained my authority and strength

Reclaimed the energy that was left


Hope in times of trouble

takes patience, endurance and tenacity

The key to create a new life

transforms our reality


If everyone made a change

One step at a time

what looks like a mountain

Would be easy to climb


© Copyright 2008 Yolanda Berry