Who is there upon my window sill?
What is your need or your will?
Who’s that tapping on my pane ?
Have you come to call again?
Do you wish to enter in ?
Or to share my space herein?
Oh little one as you think
And tremble there on the brink
I cannot do what you wish
Since we share a varied dish.
Will you rest upon my sill
And chirp your song as you will
Can you stay and live with me?
It’s your nature to be free.
Oh small creature once again
Tapping there upon my pane
I can pray that you may stay
I beg please don’t fly away.
Oh little bird of swift flight
Keep love in your patient sight,
Winter winds will too soon come
With hoar’d breath and lack of sun
Keep my heart and mind alive
We may both with care survive.
There’s the tap upon my glass
Tell me what it is you ask
Can it be that we both know
Secrets great that must not show.
I won’t beg you to delay
Will you come another day?
Perhaps show me how to live
Teaching me what I must give
By courage and moral stand
To comprehend God’s vast plan,
Make me glad to be alive
With His help we shall survive.
Claire V. Bogdanos 