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