When We Believed

the surgeon's hand,
the painter's brush.
the carpenter's hammer,
the hungry touch.

gravity and motion,
moon driven waves.
bowls of rice,
the end of days.

turn back the clock,
shut the window and the door.
walk back down that path
we walked before.

before we lived,
before we died.
before we walked away,
before we lied.

to prayers and giving,
hearts on the sleeve.
to when we loved,
when we believed!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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