Eric Cockrell - Words!

it has been said
that God spoke worlds
into being...
and that Jesus
was the word of God.
that we are created
in the image of God...
that we are the dreams
of God made flesh...

yet we open our mouths,
and nothing happens!
bats hang from the rafters
of our souls.
we speak, windows rattle,
and wars begat wars.
we write with invisible ink!

no cosmos, no stars,
only hunger and despair.
our words close the door,
and choose to be strangers.
we shout, and graves are dug,
we whisper, and no one hears!

could it be that true word
is written in silence,
spoken in awareness,
breaks concepts, tears down walls.

and we who live in fear,
running from the image of our selves,
cannot touch the source,
and have forgotten the breast.

speak worlds into being,
or speak this one into destruction?
spirit becomes flesh,
and blooms or decays.
choice?

awareness, and silence,
crucifixion, and fire.
Buddha spoke, Jesus listened,
Jesus spoke, Buddha listened...
perhaps we could learn!

Eric Cockrell

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