This reflection/poem is Inspired by the text from the fifth week in Lent in the church calendar. Written by Kelly Hall and Phuc Luu, acting by Jeremy Wells, filmed by Josh Spires and music by Aural Method. 

Watering Dry BonesI was brought to the foot of the dry, dry valley— 

A parched soul.

Looking up at me were the desolation of bodies
Poured out before me
I looked down to see myself in their fallen flesh
And I was asked to speak truth to power
Against death and disease
Against my anxieties and vexations
Pulling my body apart
To keep from dragging me into the grave
Again, I was asked to speak against all that brings me to decay
Wrapped in lifeless pursuits and projects
So I am built up from bones to flesh,
As the Son of Man
And flesh to breath
And from breath to life
God’s life
The Spirit drenching my thirst

And in looking down,
I found myself looking back up
From the depths
The familiar dark places
Where I find myself Over and over again
Drinking from the fountain of darkness
Hoping for the light of morning
To open my eyes to something more than darkness
Invisible Spirit,
Life waking in me
So to breathe
At times I attempt to take in the air
And at times it hurts to just hope
For my fallen dreams
Do not rise easily
Disappointment trembling in a pile of feathers
Trying to find a pulse

Lazarus knew death

The intimacy of separation
Of losing parts of one’s self
Living in the land, alone to our devices
Watering the cracked clay
with tears mixed with longing
He heard a voice calling
To the tomb and the shroud
A voice pulled his heart
Waking him from his desolate dreams
A voice yet to know the depths of this pain
This experience still foreign to him
But the Master still calls,
And Lazarus still hears

Outside the grave
Jesus was weeping,
Not for Lazarus
But for our not being able to see
The place outside the grave
Unable to know the love that is present
The life that is before us,
In flesh and blood
Our eyes, unwrapped.