Eric Cockrell - The Giver

the burnt fringe of the cloth
that covers his face;
a lion roars in the dark,
the child kneels and prays.

he laid stone upon stone
till it touched the sky;
the history of a man
who lived but to die!

when all becomes nothing,
nothing left behind;
but the gift of the giver,
and a satisfied mind.

Eric Cockrell

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