About the pain visited – The Valley of Dry Bones

God of Life, we are living in a valley of dry bones

We have lost our identity …we have lost our humanity

We are unable to feel, we are so numb

We are unable to reach out to the poor,

to those we have segregated as religious and social outcast

We have forgotten our being adamah: the tiller… the steward.

The whole of creation groans in travail

God of Life, we are living in a valley of dry bones

We have lost our identity … we have lost our humanity

Wars, killings, acts of terror and insurgencies surround us

Deaths happen in every corner

People are dying before their time every tick of the clock

Children and women are being trafficked everyday in the millions

Our communities are disintegrating and descending into chaos and lifelessness..

God of Life, we are living in a valley of dry bones

We have lost our identity, we have lost our humanity

Descend upon us, once again

May your Spirit, restore to wholeness our humanity

May we image You, once again

Enable us to touch our neighbors and build solidarities

Enable us to build peace and institute justice in our relationships

Enable us to break the barriers that are destroying our communities

Enable us to bridge the gaps that separate us from each other

Transform this valley of dry bones

Into a playground of the children of God. Amen.