Oh how I wish that I could be
A twinkling star that all can see
Far up above the world so high
Like God’s own beacon in the sky.
So like a dream as it appears
Full of our hopes and often fears
For God will not our futures make
Tis left for each to mold or break.
And only when the journey’s done
May we acclaim we’ve had our run
The problem is we oft forget
There’s no place left to sound regret !
Claire V. Bogdanos 