Be It Then For This..... Poem by Eric Cockrell

be it then for this
that we are born,
again and again,
moment by moment...
the cat curled against your chest,
sunlight dancing in a raindrop.
the baby's cry, the old man's groan,
wildflowers on the hill where bodies fell.
woodsmoke, and snowflakes,
the cup with handle broken.
flowers placed on your mothers grave.
the inside of the turtle's shell,
the scent of fresh cut pine.
turnips boiling on the stove,
the stubbled beard of the homeless man.
the child that goes to sleep on your lap,
heartfelt words, heart driven ears.
the toothache of the soul,
for something more....
the gentle kiss on troubled eyelids.
the simple cry for help....
the sound of your own heartbeat!