i climbed the mountain with Moses, <br />and watched in silent awe. <br />i lay in the well with Joseph, <br />as they tore my coat of many colors to shreds. <br />i stood on the rooftop with David, <br />watching Bathsheba bathe... <br />i walked to Gethsemene, <br />and wiped the tears from Jesus' face. <br />and when each had finished their task, <br />mine had just begun. <br /> <br />i sat under the tree with Buddha, <br />the image of my son burning my eyes. <br />and lost myself in the darkness, <br />to find my heart in the dawn. <br />i rode away with Lao-Tzu, <br />leaving words written on the wind. <br />i died with the last buffalo, <br />while the Great Spirit wept. <br />and when each had finished their task, <br />mine had just begun. <br /> <br />i was there the day the earth was formed, <br />i seperated the water from the land. <br />i crawled forth from the ocean, <br />without limbs or even a map. <br />i discovered fire in the cave, <br />and etched drawings on the wall... <br />and when each had finished their task, <br />mine had just begun....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-of-the-human-spirit/
