To Wipe Your Brow!

i whispered in her ear as she was sleeping...
save these poems, open them when you are weary.
when every sky be full of rain,
when every door be locked....
when loss knocks upon your window,
when you cant remember your name.
when the sound of your heart saddens,
and you cant think of a reason why.
when your prayers come back unopened,
and the river reverses its course.
when all gathered together becomes nothing...
use these to wipe your brow!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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