When We...

Poem By Eric Cockrell

when we take our hands
out of our pockets,
and put them back on the plow...
things will change.

when we open our eyes
to the suffering of those
all around us...
we will begin to see ourselves.

when we open the doors
to our hearts and let
our spirits fly free...
we will find each other.

when we find each other,
we will find our selves...
and so find God!

Comments about When We...

when we find each other, we will find our selves... and so find God! ........................................ Wonderful and warm poem, in spite of taken out hands from pockets.. :) Ts.


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