The Making of a Soul
The essence of all living things, to us, such joy to bring,
Those children who all must do without, it does so sting.
The love, so fostered by a mother, and of her affection,
Giving purpose to life itself, guiding, in a good direction.
The very building of a loving soul, so later it does extoll,
Giving security and self-content, part of eaches own role.
Seconds to minutes, then of hours, each one empowers,
Spreading of love, not of hate, of a goodwill it so showers.
Pity the poor child, one who's not loved, must do without,
Living in a thankless world so stale, not what life is about.
The precious hug, the loving smile. is a touch to kindle all,
Does stoke the fire, giver of life, to grown and for the small.
We must show our sweetest affection, so that all may share,
Give the attention and the caring, as a fondness we do bear.
Making a way for the future, one of wonder, so many inspire,
This, a promise to our children, so our love they may acquire.
Untold, the goodness we may all give without a measure,
Just with our smile and to say hello, to them is a treasure.
What better chance to express thankfulness, of our own,
As we each give of ourselves, the seeds of love are sewn.
The soul is a grand reflection of all love, our own affection,
Every day, a very special way, to show a heart's perfection.
The moment we are born into this world, our journey begins,
This is the way and of the light, our own Good Lord intends.