The unfolding of the ages,
Forever tied to the grandeur of its stages
For you, an hour I have walked and prayed
That your mind on the creator be stayed.
Eyes have beheld and will behold your beauty
But consider beauty not as a duty
For a calm and beautiful spirit, for you I prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed
Beware of the murderous innocence of the sea
Even when they all come smiling at tea
With pen in hand I dot your eyes as bright
That you may see, even with discerning sight
For these, for you I walked and prayed,
That on these, your mind be stayed.
For your generosity of spirit, in courtesy you are chiefly learned
Hearts are not had as gifts, but hearts are earned
As you chart courses, have an anchor for your soul
For chaos of history and turbulence of life will take its toll
For these I walked and prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed.
And when the morning comes, may a bridegroom bring you to a home
Worry not your heart, for not all homes will be a dome
Beware of arrogance and hatred, which are wares
Peddled in through the thoroughfares
Keep your heart; from it are the issues of life,
Avoid the nicely wrapped yet ugly strife
For these, for you I walked and prayed
That on these, your mind be stayed.
