When...

when my prayers
picked up shovels,
hoes, hammer, and nails...
they began to be answered.

when my concepts of truth
put on human faces,
they became reality!
when the eyes of my heart

began to see myself
mirrored in others,
my blindness was healed!
when i finally gave away

the last thing i clung to,
i became free!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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