Claire V. Bogdanos

Of all the deeds that I have done

Like all the prizes I have won

They wither on life’s weather vine

And lose themselves in acts divine.

I’m most impressed by pelting rain

That crashes on my window pane

And storms that rage throughout the night

Or mornings drenched with precious sight.

A rose that grows without a thorn

Is natures wonder to be born

Such joys that man cannot command

To rule this life and breath at hand.

Seems fate has willed the final toss

On freedoms chains and wisdoms loss

There’s but one answer I can state

That man is small while God is great !