Dream Of A Laughing God!

conceptions...
all too often wrapped
in packages of 'me'!

yes, i was there
when the universe
was created!

yet i was only dust,
released from creation's
hand... only darkness,

cut into logs
and burned for light!
only the echo of the sound,

the dream of
a laughing God!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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