there is a wind
that has no name...
there is a river,
without beginning or end.
there is a night,
that fills the heart.
there is a stillness,
that smells like home.
there is a light,
in a window bare.
there is a cross,
worn round the neck.
there is a touch,
in the empty hand.
there is a song,
that fills the cup.
there is a prayer,
that tastes like dew.
there is a heartbeat,
a glimmer in the eyes.
there are stars,
that wait for me.
there are waves,
that bear my name.
there is a poem,
i could not write.
so i laid down my pen...
and lived it!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-hymn-2/
