The Path of Light

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From ancient dust, a soul takes flight,
Through countless dawns and fading night.
Our purpose clear, a sacred quest:
To shed the dross, and find what's best.
Or linger lost, in shadows deep,
While chances for true growth just sleep.

For purified hearts are temples bright,
Reflecting truth, dispelling night.
Not just for self, this inner gleam,
But shared, a universal dream.
Yet, closed-off souls, in selfish hold,
Leave stories of connection untold.

Love is the language, understood,
In hands that help, in doing good.
A shared meal, a listening ear,
Dispelling doubt, calming fear.
But silence reigns, when hearts don't care,
And needs unspoken fill the air.

And when the burdens press us low,
Forgiveness helps the spirit grow.
To loose the chains, to set us free,
A selfless act for you and me.
Or bitterness, a heavy chain,
Will bind the spirit to its pain.

Hard work of help, a noble art,
To mend the world, a broken part.
In every soul, a chance to shine,
To offer strength, a hand divine.
Else, apathy will watch decay,
And let the suffering hold its sway.

With faith as compass, firm and true,
We walk the path, forever new.
Towards the Almighty, our ultimate aim,
To know that unity, speak its name.
Or doubt may cloud, and lead astray,
From light and truth, the perfect way.

So let us live, with purpose strong,
Where every deed sings love's sweet song.
For in this journey, hand in hand,
We build a heaven, across the land.
Or fragmentation, strife, and dread,
Will cast a gloom where light has fled.


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