<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cynicism, and Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as i grow older<br> my cynicism grows...<br>i've grown tired of paper kingdoms<br> & dreams that end<br> with the taste of blood in my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> i do not believe that<br> God lives in synagogues & churches, <br> or in the exhortations of evangelists, <br>or in the rituals of priests...<br> or in hell-fire & damnation, <br> the sword of judgement, the end of time, <br> or in holy graves...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> i see God in the eyes...<br> the eyes of small children, <br> of homeless men beneath the bridge...<br>in the eyes of young lovers<br> madly lost in each other...<br>in the eyes of the old woman dying<br> in the empty house where she raised her children...<br>in the eyes of the activist arrested<br> & confined to a cold cell for believing<br> in human rights...<br>in the eyes of the addict<br>whose life is lost in the hole of the memory<br> that the needle fills...<br>in the eyes of dead soldiers<br> forever staring into the rage of war...<br>in the eyes of those struggling to survive<br> drowning in the despair of cold reality...<br>in the eyes that stare at me in the night, <br> & wont let me sleep without feeling...<br>in the eyes of the dog lying faithfully at my feet, <br> with no need to be anywhere else...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who is this God? of form & formless, <br> of light and shadow, dissolving, redefining...<br>who's not always male, but often female! <br> not owned, and not owning....<br>like the waves that carve the shore, <br> & leave it nameless...<br> (hungry for the footprints<br> of human desire!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not aloof, but immersed, <br>almost drunk with sadness & joy...<br>not bound by dwelling or canyon, <br> but as free as the wind<br> that cant be spoken! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">do i believe? yes! madly! ecstatically! <br> in life, & stillness, & even death! <br>in the song that takes no prisoners, <br> leaving dew in the parched grass...<br>& in the Lover who opens & closes the door<br> of eternity in the human heart...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387454" data-title="Cynicism, and Hope de Eric Cockrell" data-description="as i grow older my cynicism grows... i've grown tired of paper kingdoms & dreams that end with the taste of blood in my mouth. i do not believe that God lives in synagogues & churches, or in the exhortations of evangelists, or in the ritu..."></div> </div> </div>

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