There are times when I feel empty… My soul is dried up and I’m not sure how to water it. Or I go to unhealthy ways to begin to feel again only to numb the pain instead. This causes the suffering to worsen. I believe we all have these moments from time to time. We all numb ourselves in various ways. This poem is set off to the style of the well-known song “Dem Bones” ( click here to listen), composed by African-American author and songwriter James Weldon Johnson. And it catches a bit of its rhythm and lyrics as well. I’ve come to find this poem is about awareness. Awareness of your body and soul and how they have such an effect on each other. There is no happy ending in this poem. At least, there is no end. It’s a beginning to moisten these dry bones. 'Inner Peace' painting by Monica Stewart These Bones Can’t you hear me cry, “These dry bones!”? Can’t you hear me cry, “These dry bones!”? Can’t you hear me cry, “These dry bon...
Women's Spiritual Poetry