Roll Away The Stone!
do we roll away the stone
again this morning?
if so, what do we find?
the body of Jesus?
our own body?
the bodies of those
we have killed out of greed?
of those we've let die
out of apathy?
or empty grave clothes?
the choice is ours!
resurrection is the choice
that the human heart awaits!
the gospel is compassion,
and compassion,
that which makes us human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hollow Ones
the hollow ones
live in a hollow world,
walk a hollow path
with hollow hearts.
speaking often, never talking.
listening, but never hearing.
touching, but never feeling.
inhaling, but never exhaling.
with nothing behind their
hollow eyes.... insulated,
burning nuclear fuel
in a carbon world...
an ingrown toenail
on the foot...
of an angry God!
the hollow ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Search The Stars
let this house
burn down...
no one lives here...
anymore!
if there's anything left,
sell it... use the money
to help feed the poor.
use my letters to start
the fire with.....
give my books to
passing strangers.
have a drink to the memories...
light up, and move along.
what's done is done.
this shell worn out,
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Great Herds
there were great herds
of buffalo then...
racing wildly across
the plains,
bodies painted,
ponies nostrils flared,
bow and arrow ready...
to the victor
the spoils...
a prayer of gratitude
to the spirit
of the beast....
meat for the long winter...
maybe even a taste
of raw liver...
there were great herds
of buffalo then...
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Issues, And Thoughts
let's talk about gay marriage... they've
beat this issue to death... i'm tired of
all the 'moral' immoral judgements being
cast!
all human beings are born with the right
to love and be loved. i dont care who you
love, i'm just happy that you do.
let's treat people like people, and let them
live their lives! no one has the right to judge
anyone else for who they love!
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Road Song, For Smoky
it is not the destination,
it is the journey.
it is not the knowing,
it is the questioning.
it is not the finding,
it is the seeking.
it is not knowing God,
it is knowing oneself.
it is not the attainment,
it is the giving...
it is not the holy,
it is a child's dirty face.
it is not the living,
it is the dying....
for in each tiny death
a new universe is born.
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Tao (Social Activism)
the Tao of social activism,
found in the newborn baby's cry.
in the hands that plow the earth,
that build, shape, and mold.
in the colors of the prism,
dividing light stream by stream.
in the raw and beating heart,
and the red blood pulsing.
in the day that follows darkness
without thought or plan.
in the breath inhaled and exhaled,
in the hand that fits in mine!
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The Wetness....
when the shells are spent,
and the bodies lay quiet.
when the ravens full,
lumber in stillness.
when the spider's web is full,
the felled tree rotted.
when ants stagger in drunken delirium.
when the cat's claw is broken,
the window painted over.
and the name of the logs
forgotten by fire...
all that's left, all that remains,
the trail and the scent of the wetness
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What Matters? (Sands Trickle...)
so much easier to see
the flaws in others,
than the flaws in ourselves.
we stumble through life,
pretending we can fly,
never realizing...
that we can!
what matters?
ask yourself today!
our actions
(and our actions within)
speak for us!
the sands trickle
without restraint.
forever doors unopened,
or closing...
what do we want,
what do we need...
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What We Are!
that which we hope for
when all hope is gone.
that which we dream
when dreams are exposed.
that which we pray for
when God has turned away.
that which we give
when we've nothing left but heart.
that which we believe in
against all evidence.
that which we stand for
when all else run.
that which we know
and cannot validate.
that which we do
that defines what we are!
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