Heathen Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am a heathen
walking among the heathen.
i am at home

with the wounded,
the bruised, the troubled,
those who wear their scars

for all the world to see.
i know the darkness
as well as the light....

the darkness around us,
the darkness within me....
and i know that tiny spark

of light... that lies within
the mistake made....
that lies beneath the tears

and fears of the soul oppressed....
that reaches out hand for hand
in the sea of human struggling!