The Ecstasy Of Life

Our souls, the choicest of beds;
Our brains, the choicest of tools;
Our characters, the choicest of gifts.
When our life is well constructed,
Then our hearts can taste of goodness
And our souls rest sweet;
On with our beautiful spirits.

If we choose to think,
Then we choose to live the purest of life.
If we choose to create,
Then, we choose to travel the happiest of path.
If we choose to live,
Then, we must learn to do our duties.
And our first duty is to love.

Yes! We have to love;
We have to love ourselves and others;
We have to bless our lives with creation;
We have to help our friends with time;
We have to learn the road with love;
We have lead and travel the road with love;
And love along the road on this journey.




This poem is dedicated to all members of writing dot com. It's great our path crossed in the center of this mystery.