May Peace Sleep Poem by Eric Cockrell

sometimes it is best
for the night to take its own...
for the moon to pray,
and the trees to weep.
the heart once spoken need not say more,
and the wind needs not definition.
wise men came and left their gifts as such,
and the owl waits in stillness...
and the simple carpenter builds a house,
believing it will be some stranger's home.
a glowing dropp of rain that fell,
as if a star, or nothing...
i thank each of you for who you are,
may peace sleep beneath your pillows!