VALLEY OF LIGHT Ezekial
 
 
bone rattled bone
blue grey tones;
salt- dry crevices
hardened my face;
 
we lay en-masse
dying not dead,
waiting for the "Living
Breath of God,"they said, they said
 
"..would blow in four winds.."
and we shook shock still
in awful aching brilliance 'til
jawbone healing whispered..
 
"Father Father we unbroken, 
worship,  in this night
breathing reaching thru
new Valleys of Your Light..."
 
 
Ray Noel { Valley of Light Painting }
 
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