We Are Not Alone Poem by Eric Cockrell

tired, so tired...
She laid Her hand
on my shoulder,
and whispered:

'can you not see
the sky, the clouds,
the wind walking
through the treetops,
sunlight dancing on
raindrops clinging to
the long grasses....

can you not hear
the howl of the wolf,
the cry of a new baby,
the moan of the wind....

be still, and know
that God is with you! '

but i could not
see or hear above the
clamor and the roar,
the voices of the starving,
of the homeless,
of women beaten and used,
of children without families,
of families killed by the bombs,
of the prisoner wrongly executed,
of the poor and oppressed.....

She whispered again:
'look closely, can you not
see My face in each of these?
be still, and know
that I am with you! '

i stood up and smiled,
knowing we are not alone!