In Their Veins
sleep with the weeping ones,
and walk in their shoes...
their faces always before me,
i feel the cuts on their fingers.
i hear the gutteral voices of suffering,
too naked to speak words.
my blood runs in their veins,
and theirs in mine!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pole Shift
pole shift?
evolutionary change?
or just the sound
of the screen door banging,
when you walked out of my heart?
my finger feels naked
when i wake up in
the middle of the night....
and the wind blowing the curtains
tells me it's true!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Boat.....
this boat,
too long in waiting,
now leaves the shelter
of the shore.
this heart,
too long silent,
now speaks without regret.
these fingers,
too long numb,
cry for the feel of flesh.
this life,
too long dormant,
now begs to be lived!
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Ears Gone Deaf!
rich people pray
with their eyes closed,
hands in their pockets...
poor people pray
o'er shared fires,
the cooking pot names
the faces of their children.
whose God listens?
whose God cares?
the earth keeps turning
with ears gone deaf!
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Every Breath We Breathe!
a part...
of the movement,
one grain of sand
on a limitless beach.
one dropp of water,
in an ocean filled with life.
commitment = action = change!
love = action = human!
compassion = action = feeding!
every breath we breathe,
shared!
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Right
silently watching our
full-grown daughters
move about the house,
and their day... doing
and performing simple tasks;
occasional glimpses of
gentleness and random kindness...
i see you... and know, whatever else,
we did this thing right!
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This Old Spicket
this old spicket
always drips...
having stood the test
of time and weather,
heat and cold....
surrounded by weeds,
occasionally covered
by a lone spider's web...
rusted and tarnished.....
just waiting....
for someone to
turn the knob!
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A Simple Kiss
a simple kiss...
eyes open exchanging
secrets, and intimate thoughts...
deeper than words,
stronger than rings or
passion's thrusts....
worth more than anything
that can be bought or earned.
a simple kiss...
nothing else asked, or needed!
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Alive Right Now
listening to a kid
who had cancer,
and was dying... talk...
and all he wanted
was to be alive,
to really live, ... right now!
he knew there was no tomorrow.
how much we could learn,
and how much more grateful
we'd be... if we listened!
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In All!
both that which we love,
and that which we hate...
that which we cherish,
and that which we despise...
reside within us...
to understand god,
we cannot limit his/her presence
to one or the other...
but must acknowledge the presence
in all!
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