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God's been a walkin'
in the valley of the dead,
God's been a makin'
music with words unsaid,
God's been a playin'
songs that clack instead,
God's been a breathin'
life into bones long fled.
Can't you hear that rattlin',
dry bone on bone,
rising up from their
damned dirt deathbed?
Even among the dry it's
known,
God plays a mean set
of rhythm bone.*
Ezekiel 37:1-14
See this poem @ His Newsman
*rhythm bone, a folk instrument
consisting of bones or wood
that
makes use of the clacking
sounds
produced by shaking loose
bones
together held in one or
both hands |
