metal jacketed truth bullets <br />spat from the empty tomb <br />on the third day, ... <br />grave clothes lying empty. <br /> <br />human stink garbage sweat grime, <br />hands reaching for hands... <br />candles made of flesh, <br />matches of dried bones. <br /> <br />truth lightning gentle weeping sorrow, <br />food bowls held by shaking hands. <br />eyes that see, hearts that feel, <br />simply living, by the fire! <br /> <br />spiritual writings written with nails, <br />compassion's hammers, caring's shovel... <br />lifetimes building shelters, <br />and planting gardens for the poor!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-with-nails-for-terence/
