The Stranger!

everything into the pot...
hearts, souls, dreams, prayers,
old and young, flavors and colors
diverse... simmering, simmering...
keep the fire steady.

seasoned with experience,
with turmoil, and trials..
we wait in dead silence
for the feast to come.
great birds circle, clouds heavy...

with rain... all must come,
or none, it just happens that way!
in the distance faint music,
there's a knock on the door...
the Stranger has arrived,

and time has expired!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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