~ Sufficiency
I live not that I may see
The world beneath my feet;
Nor do I ask fame fondle me,
Her glowing fingers bittersweet.
I ask not riches, but content
Am I with daily needs,
Love and beauty the extent
Of recognition for my deeds.
I ask not spacious lands to own
But a place to lay my head,
That I may call the world my home,
Where e’re my feet are led.
No mansions, servants, pageantry
Come within my yen.
A door to guard my privacy,
My desk, notebook, and pen.
Ah, but I ask the world should treat
Me as its simple guest;
The ample means to convey my feet,
New horizons for my quest;
Someone to serve my simple fare,
And let my thoughts roam free;
A person to arrange my hair,
And each, my friend, must be;
Books on every theme and master,
All that my heart could ask;
Someone to share my tears and laughter,
Or know the burden of my task;
Someone to care, yet let me be
The person that I am.
All of these You’ve given me:
Thank You, and Amen.
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