Eric Cockrell

The Sky (Belongs To All) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i saw Jesus
in a drunk tank
in Oklahoma,
after i watched
a man die...
found Buddha
in the stillness
on a cool basement floor...
felt the Tao,
on a mountainside,
listening to water
running over rocks.
i found myself,
again this morning,
in the line outside
the homeless shelter.
all of this, and more,
in families torn apart by war,
in the addict who does what he has to,
in the poor, and hungry,
the sick, and the dispossessed.
in the broken, and the angry...
in the hopeless with trembling mouths.
in the child born without a future,
in the man who closed the door!

each way has its own wings,
but the sky belongs to all!

Comments about The Sky (Belongs To All) by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/7/2012 9:34:00 AM)

    A great poem, it reads like a song Johnny Cash
    would sing. A great write.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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