from The Dry Bones Dance by Mark Heard
Every now and then I seem to dream these dreams
Where the dead ones live and the hurt ones heal
Touching that miraculous circumstance
Where the blind ones see and the dry bones dance
And I’m gone, gone, gone
Carried away by the midnight wind
And I long, long, long
For a world without end
The kind of thing that I’ve never seen
But in my dreams
