More Intimate Prayers.... (Random) - Poem by Eric Cockrell
are we alive?
or do we reside in death?
merely staring through an open window
at the reflection of our lives
in a mirror?
i saw Jesus's eyes
in the eyes of the stray dog...
and so didnt have to ask his name!
how many buddhas
did you kill cutting down trees
to widen the road?
when the path was already there!
a wilted rose petal
knows more about love than
we will ever know!
bottom line... we are all people searching,
walking the path, stumbling, cursing, and praying...
the best thing we have.... is each other!
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