The Way To Perfection
The struggling pilgrim on his upward journey
Distraught within himself , questions “ Will I ever make it?”
The Divine Sculptor smiles and utters not a word
But slowly chips away at the uneven edges of the pilgrim's soul
Till its surface becomes smooth and comely
The pilgrims weather beaten face shines with glory
The light beaming through his soul
His efforts not dispensed in vain
Doubts cast aside and thrown back at Satan's traps
The humble soul found eternity
His parting word to the men of the world
“ Waste ye not the precious moments…
Each to be used as a stepping stone to the upward journey…."
Say not ye “ I have nothing to do …Life is sham and all man's
works result in naught…. “
Rather look at life from the prism divine… in it you will find eternity
and all reason for living…”
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