When... Poem by Eric Cockrell

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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success