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