Poem: Let Dry Bones Receive Life

Heed my call, dear wind
Listen and let your strength
On every dry land and life
Gather turf, swoop down
Upon the vale and hills
Let my voice echo down valley
Provoke dry bones to receive life
Let it be quiet upon the still fogs
Early when night battled dawn
Let this life-giver wind restore all
Lost and bless men one more time