we who would talk to god...
yet cannot understand
the language of trees,
cannot read the scriptures
written in grasses,
dont even know what the
sky tastes like!
terrified by the silence of mountains,
we run barking and braying
to priests hidden behind walls!
never hearing the words whispered
in the eyes of the dog,
never feeling the passion
inside the turtle's shell...
what fools we are,
running from a few drops of rain,
building great fires to ward off darkness...
we know not who we are,
or from whence we came...
what fools we are!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-fools-we-are/
