Above the roof and chimney rise
I tend my garden in the skies,
I sleep with stars and wake with sun
Until my way in life is done.
I weep with mist and cry with rain
And live with hope that mellows pain.
I pay my way and now have learned
To value all the friends I’ve earned.
Build me no castle, sing no song
Carry no ill though hurt is strong.
When I’m old and youth’s spark is gone
Walk close beside me here and yon.
Leave me no paths that I must choose
Will me no fortune I may lose.
Unkempt and fledgling is my cure
That wanders oft with faith secure.
I’ve shaped my goals that they may fit
Into a mold with pride on it.
I’m bound to earth by God’s own will
With courage breathing hushed and still.
When to the trembling brink I’m tossed
And wisdom flees, appearing lost
I thank my God on bended knee
That love thus far has sheltered me.
Claire V. Bogdanos 