The Gypsy Quaker

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.
Ill rock and hold and love you
for all eternity.