Now I have trod a thousand miles and cried a million tears
I’ve lived a life of much regret that’s filled with foolish fears
And wondered why the world is sad and so misunderstood
That sometimes in the long run we can’t tell the bad from good
Our God is in His heaven, He’s awaiting each one’s choice
What will it be we have chosen to exercise our voice ?
WRITTEN WHILE UNDERGOING CHEMO AT SLOANE KETTERING THIS AM
Once was a killer whale I saw afloat
He was much larger than a fishing boat.
Oh such a friendly whale I’ve never met
He’d roll and dive as close as he could get
And splattered ocean water everywhere
Upon the face and hands and in one’s hair.
Oh what a thrill I’ve had to watch him swim
And how I dreamt that I could splash with him,
But whales are far too big to play with me
Besides they live in waters deep asea.
I think that I shall have to be content
Thank God that You to me this pleasure sent !
A man he traveled on a road, it was to Damascus
His name was Saul when he began, though now he’s Paul to us
While on that journey long ago there was a lesson learned
You can’t take credit for good deeds that you have not yet earned !
Oh tiny babe with wrinkled skin
Today your new life does begin
You squirm about midst anxious cries
Can’t wait to see your laughing eyes.
That little button is your nose
Those wiggly digits are your toes
Your hands do have a mighty grasp
Onto the fingertips they clasp.
As time moves on the story shows
The loving way your nature grows
Into the child who’ll learn to be
In tune with God’s community
While in our hearts this newborn lives
It is to God that glory gives !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 