Written With Nails (For Terence) Poem by Eric Cockrell

metal jacketed truth bullets
spat from the empty tomb
on the third day, ...
grave clothes lying empty.

human stink garbage sweat grime,
hands reaching for hands...
candles made of flesh,
matches of dried bones.

truth lightning gentle weeping sorrow,
food bowls held by shaking hands.
eyes that see, hearts that feel,
simply living, by the fire!

spiritual writings written with nails,
compassion's hammers, caring's shovel...
lifetimes building shelters,
and planting gardens for the poor!