When We...

when we take our hands
out of our pockets,
and put them back on the plow...
things will change.

when we open our eyes
to the suffering of those
all around us...
we will begin to see ourselves.

when we open the doors
to our hearts and let
our spirits fly free...
we will find each other.

when we find each other,
we will find our selves...
and so find God!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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