in the things i've lost i found god.... <br />not in the things themselves, <br />but in the empty spaces left behind! <br />in moments given and forgotten, <br />in laughter that never took a name. <br />in the sound of breathing that is peaceful sleep, <br />in the tiny light of a single flame. <br />in random snowflakes that need not redemption, <br />in callouses that become the hand. <br />in stories shared with small children, <br />in the sky seen through a prison window. <br />in the dog curled against my feet, <br />in a meal shared with strangers. <br />in the beautiful eyes of the dying child, <br />in the touch of the old woman's hand. <br />in the sound of wings saying farewell to autumn, <br />in the crunch of frost covered grass. <br />in the anger of my enemy, <br />when we both sat down to talk. <br />in the stories old boots could tell, <br />and the dreams that eyes reveal. <br />in the hand in mine and the feet beside, <br />in the 'thank you' whispered over the grave. <br />in the silent conversation of old friends, <br />in the rose that bloomed out of season. <br />in the sacredness that stinks, <br />of human endeavor and holy compassion!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-things-i-ve-lost/
