Even Stones Shout Hallelujah! Poem by Eric Cockrell

have i then lived my life
to be the stones beneath god's feet,
as she climbs the pathway to eternity?
to be the lantern, no, just the match,
just outside the door to your heart?
to be the dew lying with the grass,
the voices of trees whispering?
the hand that takes the small child's hand,
the howl that names the wolf?
the passion inside the thunder clouds,
the soft prayers of the creek gurgling o'er rocks....

to be the lullaby of mountains and valleys,
the redemption of the robin's nest.
to fall like snowflakes undressing the night,
with the very wonder of being.
to be the sound of the lonesome voice heard...
or just the moonlight dancing through windows.
to fill the bowl that's empty,
and empty the one that's filled....
to be the perfume of the shadow,
that knows you better than any....

if so then, let it be...
let my footprints be the echoes...
time calls for the waves it sent,
and the shore is long in waiting.
be that the moon,
or the smiles of unnamed pilgrims?
what's done is done,
yet what ends begins....

and even stones shout hallelujah!