These hands have rocked the cradles of the night,
sought sustenance to lead me on the way;
My spirit soared with eagles,'midst their flight
and lit the path I traveled through the day.
My eyes have been a beacon for my needs,
my spirit gave me guidance from afar
as hands became a planter of the seeds
that banished e'er the dread of hungers ire.
May spirit, hands and eyes e'er lead me on,
till hope is gone and faith must rule the day;
When yesterday, tomorrows all seem gone,
I must commend my soul to you and pray.
I now await life's last epiphany,
as time draws nigh for my return to thee.
Life's mortality is ever present- 2014