Saturday, April 26, 2014

THE EYES OF AN OWL and the HOWL of the WIND


The eyes of an owl
and the howl of the wind
during a stormy night
can turn my mind
from cheery to cold.

I am not as bold
as I grow old,
but nor do I care
if the end is near.
Ready to die am I.

My life has been
worth little  
my family tells
as they exchange gifts
to honor their god.

It may be true
I don’t do well
here on earth.
Tomorrow I will be well
instead of in hell.

Don’t cry for me when I die
just try to think
of the Friend with His gift
waiting beyond any storm
for the me of little worth.

My mind
will no longer be cold
or the night stormy
and finally my family can tell
a good story about me.

© Ed Cooper, 4/26/14, Stoney Creek, Tennessee
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