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  • Behind the Song: “Can These Dry Bones Live?”

    Behind the Song: “Can These Dry Bones Live?”

    Today’s “Behind the Song” post is about the moment in “Bring Us Home” where the entire emotional direction of the show changes — from grief to hope, from a funeral to a foundation. It’s built on one of the most striking images in all of Scripture: Ezekiel’s vision of the valley of dry bones.

    Where it sits in the story

    By this point in the show, almost everything has been lost or laid down. Babylon has fallen. The decree of Cyrus has come. The community has split — some staying in the comfortable life they’ve built in exile, some choosing to go home. Saba Elan has tried to play the harp he carried for seventy years and found his hands won’t obey him anymore. Miryam, too frail to travel, has said goodbye to her daughter and passed the songs — and the harp — into Aviva’s hands.

    It’s a lot of ending, all at once. And then this song begins.

    The vision itself

    Ezekiel 37 describes a valley full of dry bones — completely dead, completely hopeless — and God asks the prophet a question that sounds almost like a trick: “Can these bones live?” Ezekiel’s answer is honest: “O Lord God, thou knowest.” He doesn’t know. And then God breathes life back into them, and they become a living army again.

    In “Bring Us Home,” this becomes the bridge between two worlds — the funeral dirge for a dead city, and the hopeful, hands-on work of laying a foundation for a new one.

    How it’s staged

    This song starts almost a cappella — low male voices, like wind moving through ruins, asking the question: can these dry bones live? Then Saba Elan and the elders pick it up. Then Daniel and Aviva. Then the whole company. It builds from something haunting and uncertain into something that turns mourning into expectation — and it flows directly into the finale, “We Are Home,” without a break.

    I think of this song as a held breath. The exiles aren’t home yet when it starts. They’re standing at the edge of a wilderness, carrying a harp that doesn’t play and a cup that was almost lost, asking a question nobody can answer with certainty.

    And then they take the first step anyway.

    Why this had to come before the finale, not be part of it

    I went back and forth on this structurally — should “Can These Dry Bones Live?” be its own moment, or should it just be the opening section of “We Are Home”? In the end, I decided it needed to be felt as its own question, even though it flows seamlessly into the finale.

    Here’s why: if the finale just starts triumphant, it doesn’t earn anything. But if the show pauses — really pauses — on the question can this actually come back to life?, and lets that question sit in the dark for a moment before the answer arrives… that’s when “We Are Home” actually means something.

    You have to ask the question honestly before the answer can land.

    The personal layer for me

    I think almost everyone has stood at the edge of their own “valley of dry bones” at some point — a relationship, a dream, a season of faith that felt completely dead. And I think most of us have asked some version of Ezekiel’s honest non-answer: I don’t know if this can live again. Only You know.

    What I love about this passage — and about this moment in the show — is that the question doesn’t get answered with an argument. It gets answered with breath. With life showing up in a place that had none. That’s not something you can manufacture. It’s something you receive.

    From “Eicha” to “Halleluyah”

    One detail I’m really proud of: this song is where some of the Hebrew vocabulary woven through the show — like Hashiveinu (“restore us”) — starts to shift in meaning. Earlier in the show, those words carry grief. Here, they become the language of an answered prayer. Same words. Completely different weight.

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    Tomorrow: the finale. “We Are Home” — and the harp’s first chord in seventy years.

  • Behind the Song: “By the Willows”

    Behind the Song: “By the Willows”

    Today’s “Behind the Song” post is about one of the most directly biblical moments in the entire show — a song built almost entirely on a single, devastating verse: Psalm 137:4. “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”

    The setup

    By the time this song happens, the exiles have settled into life by the river. Saba Elan has already hung his harp in the willows, and others have followed — the trees are heavy with silent instruments. It’s become part of daily life. Survival. Threadbare dignity.

    Then the overseers show up, bored and cruel, looking for entertainment. They’ve heard the music of Judah is the finest in the east, and they want a show. “Sing us one. Entertain your hosts.”

    Silence.

    What this song actually dramatizes

    This is Psalm 137:1–4, almost beat for beat. The captors demand songs of Zion as mockery — not worship, entertainment. And the response from the exiles isn’t argument, isn’t pleading. It’s refusal. Total, collective silence.

    Saba Elan stands. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t even speak. He just rises — an old man, but with enormous gravity — and looks at the overseer. And that look becomes a wall.

    Why silence is the loudest thing in the show

    I think a lot about how we usually write “strength” in stories — usually it’s a speech, a fight, a big declaration. But Psalm 137 gives us something different: a refusal to perform. The exiles’ sacred songs were not party tricks. They weren’t going to hand over the most holy thing they had left — their worship — to be used as a joke for the people who destroyed their home.

    That’s not passivity. That’s the most active thing they could do.

    When I was writing this scene, I kept coming back to the question: what does it cost to say nothing? For Saba Elan and the others, it could cost everything — the overseers have soldiers, and the exiles have nothing. But they say nothing anyway. And the overseers — for the first time in the show — back down.

    How this connects to Saba Elan’s vow

    This song is really the proof of the vow Saba Elan made when he hung his harp in the willows. He said he wouldn’t play for Babylon, not for gold, not for safety. This is the moment that vow gets tested — not by a temptation, but by a threat. And he holds.

    It’s also the moment that sets up something important later: when young Aviva, watching all this, asks her grandfather afterward why he wouldn’t sing when he has “the most beautiful harp of anyone,” he gives her the same vow — that harp comes down on one day. The day we go home. That’s the line that becomes her whole inheritance.

    Why I wrote it for male voices

    In the show, this song is led by Saba Elan and the male exiles, with Aviva’s voice (as a child) coming in above them at the very end — right before the moment where her own singing accidentally stops a soldier in his tracks.

    I wanted the bulk of this song to feel like a wall — low, unified, immovable. Then Aviva’s voice cutting through it, small and clear, does double duty: it’s beautiful, and it’s the moment that marks her as someone Babylon will notice. The same voice that protects the camp also puts a target on her future.

    The hardest part to get right

    Honestly? The hardest part of writing this song was resisting the urge to make it bigger. My instinct as a writer is often to build to a swell, a big emotional release. But this moment isn’t about release — it’s about holding. The power of “By the Willows” is in what doesn’t happen. No one breaks. No one sings for the king. The tension just… sits there, until the overseers can’t stand it anymore and leave.

    Writing restraint into a song is so much harder than writing a climax. But I think it’s exactly right for this moment.

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    Tomorrow: “Can These Dry Bones Live?” — the moment this whole show turns from grief into hope.

  • Behind the Song: “Hush Now (The River Lullaby)”

    Behind the Song: “Hush Now (The River Lullaby)”

    Today kicks off a “Behind the Song” series where I take you deeper into specific songs from “Bring Us Home” — how they came together, what they’re built on, and why they mean so much to me. First up: the song that threads through the entire show, “Hush Now (The River Lullaby).”

    Where it sits in the story

    Miryam sings this to baby Aviva early in Act One, by the riverbank, not long after the exiles arrive in Babylon. It’s a quiet moment — just a mother and a newborn — right after the harps have been hung in the willows, right after Saba Elan has made his vow.

    Musically and emotionally, it’s the calm after the storm of the opening. But it’s also where the entire emotional engine of the show gets installed.

    What the song actually is

    On the surface, it’s a lullaby — a mother describing a golden city to her child. Doves in the morning. A temple full of singing. Gates and gold and light.

    But underneath, it’s an act of defiance disguised as comfort. Miryam isn’t just soothing a baby to sleep. She’s making a decision: if Jerusalem can’t exist in stone right now, it’s going to exist in memory — and if her own memory eventually fades, it’s going to live on in her daughter.

    That’s why I think of this as the most quietly subversive song in the whole show. It looks like tenderness. It is tenderness. But it’s also resistance.

    The grounding in Scripture

    This song draws on Psalm 137:5–6 — the commitment to remember Jerusalem above everything else — and on Jeremiah 25:11–12 and 29:10, which is where we get the seventy-year timeline. That’s actually really important here: the lullaby only needs to exist because of how long the exile is going to last. If it were five years, you wouldn’t need to teach a baby a song about home — they’d just go home themselves, with their own memories intact.

    Because it’s seventy years, Miryam has to plant something that can survive generations. That’s what this song is for.

    The lullaby’s three lives

    Here’s the part of this song that I think is the most special, structurally: it doesn’t just appear once. It appears three times across the whole show, and each time it means something different.

    First time — whole and hopeful. Miryam sings it to baby Aviva. It’s a gift. A whole homeland, folded into something small enough for a child to hold.

    Second time — broken. Later, in the palace, Aviva tries to hum it to herself — almost as a comfort, almost without thinking — and she can’t finish it. The next line is just… gone. This is one of the quietest, scariest moments in the whole show for me. Nobody took the song from her. Comfort just let her set it down, one note at a time, until it wasn’t there anymore.

    Third time — completed across generations. Near the end, Miryam — now too frail to make the journey home — sings the lullaby one more time, and falters. And Aviva finishes it for her. The roles reverse completely. The one who was taught the song becomes the one who carries it forward.

    That arc — whole, broken, completed — is, to me, the emotional spine of the entire musical. Everything else hangs on it.

    Why I wrote it as a lullaby and not an anthem

    I wanted this song to feel small and intimate, not grand. A lullaby is private. It’s one voice, usually, sung quietly, often in the dark. And I think that’s exactly right for what this song is actually doing — it’s not a public declaration of faith. It’s the quiet, unglamorous, repetitive work of remembering, done one bedtime at a time, for years, by someone nobody’s watching.

    That’s how most legacies actually get passed down, honestly. Not through speeches. Through the small, repeated things.

    The Suno side of this one

    Without giving away too much of tomorrow’s post (which is all about my AI process!) — this was one of the songs where getting the vocal performance right mattered enormously, because the same melody has to carry three completely different emotional weights across the show: hope, fear, and resolution. Getting Suno to understand that “the same song” needed to sound different each time it returned was its own little project.

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    Tomorrow: “By the Willows” — and the act of defiance hiding inside total silence.

  • From 597 BCE to 538 BCE — My Research Process for “Bring Us Home”

    From 597 BCE to 538 BCE — My Research Process for “Bring Us Home”

    I’ve shared a lot about the characters and themes of “Bring Us Home” this week. Today I want to pull back the curtain on something different: the actual historical research that grounds this whole musical. Because while every song is original, every single one of them is built on real history and real Scripture — and getting that right mattered a lot to me.

    The conquest wasn’t one event — it was two

    One of the first things I had to really understand was that the fall of Jerusalem didn’t happen all at once. It happened in stages, under King Nebuchadnezzar II.

    The first siege came in 597 BCE, after King Jehoiakim of Judah rebelled against Babylon. Jerusalem surrendered on March 16, 597 BCE. Nebuchadnezzar plundered the city and the Temple, and took King Jehoiachin, the royal court, and thousands of skilled workers and prominent citizens into exile — then installed Zedekiah as a puppet king.

    Then, about a decade later, Zedekiah made his own fatal mistake — he revolted, seeking an alliance with Egypt. Nebuchadnezzar came back, and this time there was no mercy. A brutal, two-year siege followed, with catastrophic famine inside the city walls. In 587 or 586 BCE, the walls were breached. Solomon’s Temple was burned to the ground. The city walls were torn down. Zedekiah was captured. This was the real end of the Kingdom of Judah, and it’s what triggered the main wave of the Babylonian captivity.

    Why this two-stage history matters for the story

    This is actually really important for “Bring Us Home,” because it explains why some characters in the show remember Jerusalem and others don’t.

    Saba Elan and young Miryam are present for the final destruction — the burning of the Temple, the actual fall. They carry first-hand memory. But Aviva is born decades later, deep into the exile. By the time she exists, Jerusalem has been gone for so long that for her, it’s not a memory — it’s only ever been a song.

    That gap — between people who lived it and people who only inherited it — is the entire emotional engine of this show. And it’s not artistic license. It’s just… how long seventy years actually is.

    The end of the exile — and why the dates matter for the finale

    Babylonian dominance lasted until 539 BCE, when the Neo-Babylonian Empire fell to Cyrus the Great of Persia — which is the night dramatized in Daniel 5, the writing on the wall, Belshazzar’s feast.

    Then, in 538 BCE, Cyrus issued his decree allowing the exiled Judeans to return home and rebuild the Temple.

    Here’s the detail that genuinely gave me chills when I found it: Belshazzar’s feast (539 BCE) and Cyrus’s decree (538 BCE) happen close together, historically. Which means it’s entirely plausible for one person — someone born near the end of the exile — to be present at the fall of Babylon and on the road home within roughly a year or two of each other.

    That’s not a dramatic shortcut. That’s just… what actually happened. And it’s why Aviva’s story can hold both of those massive moments without stretching history past where it can bear weight.

    The “70 years” isn’t poetic — it’s load-bearing

    Jeremiah 25 and 29 specifically name seventy years as the length of the exile. That number isn’t just a nice round figure for a song — it’s the actual reason a character like Aviva can exist at all. Seventy years is long enough that an entire generation could be born, raised, and grown into adulthood inside the exile, with no living memory of what was lost.

    Once I understood that, a lot of decisions about the show’s structure became obvious. Of course there are “Stayers” and a “Remnant” when Cyrus’s decree comes. Of course some of the elders, like Miryam, don’t survive to make the journey home. Seventy years does that to people.

    Where Ezra comes in

    The book of Ezra gave me the back half of the story — the actual mechanics of the return. Ezra 1 records Cyrus’s decree. Ezra 2 lists the people who actually went up — and notably, not everyone did. Ezra 3 describes the rebuilding of the temple foundation, with weeping and shouting mixed together at the same time.

    That detail — weeping and shouting, together, at the same moment — became one of the emotional anchors for the finale. Coming home isn’t simple. It’s grief and joy tangled together, because the people coming home aren’t the same people who left.

    Compressing without distorting

    I’ll be honest with you — “Bring Us Home” does compress some of this timeline for the sake of the story. Real history spans decades; the show spans roughly the length of one musical’s two acts. But every compression is built on real anchor points: 597 BCE, 587/586 BCE, 539 BCE, 538 BCE. Nothing in the show happens that couldn’t have happened, historically, to a real family living through this era.

    That mattered to me. I wanted this to be a story that could make someone feel the exile — but I never wanted it to be a story a historian would wince at.

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    Starting tomorrow, I’m doing a “Behind the Song” deep-dive series — starting with the lullaby that ties the whole show together.

  • The Golden Cup — A Small Object That Carries the Whole Story

    The Golden Cup — A Small Object That Carries the Whole Story

    In a show full of big moments — a city burning, harps hung in willow trees, a hand writing on a palace wall — one of the most important objects in “Bring Us Home” is small enough to hold in one hand. Today I want to talk about the golden temple cup, and why it became one of the most important through-lines in the entire musical.

    Where it comes from

    When Jerusalem fell and the Temple was destroyed, the Babylonians didn’t just burn the building — they looted it. Sacred vessels, gold cups used in Temple worship, were carried off to Babylon as spoils of war. This is historically documented (2 Kings 25, and referenced again in Daniel 5), and it’s not a small detail. These weren’t just “nice things.” They were sacred — set apart for the worship of God, and nothing else.

    For seventy years, those cups sat in Babylon. Not destroyed. Not returned. Just… taken. Repurposed. Sitting in a palace that had no idea — or didn’t care — what they actually were.

    The moment they’re defiled

    The cup becomes central to the story’s climax. At Belshazzar’s feast, in a fit of drunken arrogance, the king orders those very temple vessels brought out so his court can drink from them — as a way of mocking the God of the people he conquered. He hands one directly to Aviva, wine spilling over its sacred engraving, and demands she sing for his entertainment using the cup as a prop.

    That’s the moment everything turns. Aviva doesn’t drink from it. She doesn’t perform with it. She sets it down — deliberately, reverently — on a pedestal, and gives the king something he didn’t ask for.

    From defilement to rescue

    When the writing appears on the wall and the palace begins to fall apart in chaos, Daniel turns to Aviva and says something simple but enormous: “Take the cup. Take it home.”

    She does. She snatches it to her chest as the palace collapses around her, and it travels with her — through the escape, across the desert, all the way to the ruins of Jerusalem.

    Why this object matters so much to me

    Here’s what I love about using the cup as a through-line: it’s not a person, so it can’t change its mind, make a choice, or have an arc the way a character does. But it carries the whole emotional journey of the story anyway — just by what happens around it.

    It starts as something sacred. It gets stolen, displaced, and defiled — used for the exact opposite of what it was made for. And then, in the hands of someone who refuses to let that be the end of its story, it gets carried home and restored to what it was always meant to be.

    If that sounds like it might be a picture of something bigger than a cup… yeah. That’s the idea.

    Past and future, side by side

    In the finale, when the exiles finally reach the ruins of Jerusalem, Aviva sets two things down on the bare temple floor: the harp that’s hung silent in the willows for seventy years, and the rescued golden cup.

    Past and future. The thing that was kept silent, and the thing that was almost lost — both finally home, both finally able to be what they were always meant to be.

    I don’t think I’ve ever written a “prop” that meant this much to me.

    I’d love to hear from you

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    Tomorrow, I want to take you behind the curtain on the research side of this project — the real dates, the real history, and how I made sure “Bring Us Home” stayed faithful to Scripture.