clothes piled in an old van,
just enough gas to go
to another mission....
a slow rain falling
on the bent heads
in the nameless soup line....
homeless men leaving
abandoned factory buildings...
just a place to sleep....
amid the ghosts and lives
forgotten... foreclosed houses,
broken homes, and cheap wine.
young girls selling their souls
on foggy street corners
for a fix.... for forgetting...
the lullabies their daddy's sang,
when life was green, and
love was a prince's dream...
small babies lying at the
sagging breasts of dying mothers,
never having lived....
and the young man hanging
from the rafters of isolation,
and judgement wrought by fear.
some search for God
in temples and holy books...
i found my God in you!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-god-in-you/
