Tuesday, January 4, 2011

nothing much to say

i'm feeling a bit dry and stressed. maybe like Elijah i wait for dry bones to dance.

waiting.

tossing.

turning.

with the hope of the dance once again.

the best i can hope for is that the flicker of hope will one day again burst into flame.

and these dry bones wait.

1 comment:

Lisa said...

praying still...

for those bones to dance again... for life and breath to return.