And If There Be Peace....

and if there be peace,
it lies in this...
when stars collide,
and turtles bump in the night.
when the stray cat sleeps
in the homeless man's arms.
when the poet
becomes the poem....
when the carpenter
creates the world,
and the farmer divides
the land from the sea.
when the candle exultant,
lights itself....
and the wind puts it out
with a kiss...
when friends speak the language of ears,
and follow unmarked trails to nearness.
when the song becomes the grunt,
of life born inside itself.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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