the surgeon's hand, <br />the painter's brush. <br />the carpenter's hammer, <br />the hungry touch. <br /> <br />gravity and motion, <br />moon driven waves. <br />bowls of rice, <br />the end of days. <br /> <br />turn back the clock, <br />shut the window and the door. <br />walk back down that path <br />we walked before. <br /> <br />before we lived, <br />before we died. <br />before we walked away, <br />before we lied. <br /> <br />to prayers and giving, <br />hearts on the sleeve. <br />to when we loved, <br />when we believed!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-believed/
