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.