That We Worship!

sometimes we return to the inner chapters,
behind doors too long closed.
and stand naked before our needs and emotions,
in the place that comes before words.
with honest lips tasting, with raw nostrils smelling,
with ears laid down to listen...
and the heart to believe.
it is in these rare moments that we worship!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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