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