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