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…”