Faith And Destiny! Poem by Eric Cockrell

we live on faith,
as if by chance,
yet every step ordained

by destiny!
my father thunder and lightning;
my mother the wind,

i cannot call by name,
but am always in its grasp.
through bruise and scar,

despair and suffering.
i may question the night,
i may despise the day....

but i keep moving with the rhythm
of waves stroked by the moon....
my father speaks!

my mother wipes my brow;
and my lover, the rain, lies with me
on the earth turned by passion

from the wind and rain i came,
to the wind and rain i return...
naked in the arms of hunger!