Reach Out My Hand! Poem by Eric Cockrell

there are more stars
in the sky than we can name.
more drops of water in the ocean
than we can count...

the wind comes and goes
as it will beyond our control.
and so few understand
the language of clouds...

so why do we think
that we can define,
and confine God!
the fire warms, but you cannot hold!

so i kneel in the Mosques,
in reverent stillness praying.
i sing the old hymns
in the old Baptist churches.

baptized in the lake
by the gospel plow...
sit crosslegged with the Buddhas,
breathing in and out....

flow with the Tao
to the Uncarved Block....
stand naked in the dawn,
as the Great Mother unveils....

walk side by side
with the atheist, and the agnostic...
conjure magic in the night,
and pray to the wind...

most of all believe in the eyes,
of children, of the suffering...
in the tears that fall,
giving birth to the sacred....

the sacredness sitting
across the bare table....
if i need to feel God,
i just reach out my hand!