I do not want to measure long
nor short by travail under sun,
but hold a life within your sight,
days in you the squinting by.
I do not want to fall the sun
but keep inside your roving sight,
daylight spanning hold of life,
grace to measure ever on.
I do not know the length of sight
but you, our keeper, praying life,
love to pour unmeasured on,
ours to curve again the sun.