and if there were no more words... <br />and headstones smelled like feet. <br />if the shadow of god was just that, <br />and the ants declared independence. <br />if the moth died for the cause, <br />and the wolf roamed free again... <br />if children buried guns in sandpiles, <br />and women gave birth on the grass. <br />if the sound of leaves turning resonated, <br />and mountains walked at night... <br />if the smell of the fire was for all, <br />and every bowl was filled. <br />if the language of silence was eyes, <br />and our bodies became wings.... <br />if....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-morning-prayer/
