Gypsy Quaker

Guardian of the Graveyard

I am the guardian of the graveyard the keeper of the gate. I winnow souls and spirits in a job I love and hate. I list your joys and blessings, your terrors and your fears. I gather up the hours and stitch together days and years. I am the watcher of the sleeper come rest, abide with me. I’ll rock and hold and love you for all eternity.