Love is a sacred duty toward the soul,
A journey to embrace and make it whole.
It's not just words or fleeting feelings,
But a deep commitment, a true healing.

To love your soul is to know your worth,
To cherish your gifts, both big and small.
It's to listen to your inner voice,
And follow your heart with all your call.

To love your soul is to be kind and true,
To forgive yourself and let go of the past.
It's to accept yourself for who you are,
And know that your light will forever last.

To love your soul is to nurture your dreams,
And provide yourself with the space to grow.
It's to surround yourself with love and support,
And let your spirit shine, wherever you go.

So love your soul with all your might,
For it is the source of your true delight.
When you love your soul, you love yourself,
And you live a life that's truly wealth.

Love is a sacred duty toward the soul,
A journey that makes you whole.
Embrace it with all your heart and mind,
And you'll find true joy and peace you'll always find.

a word
shall
only come into existence
only when
we
speak of it
yet
it
becomes a reality
in this world
when
the
word become
a part of you
only
when
we
speak of it

In the depths of their robes,
A priest resides,
With a heart full of love,
And a soul that guides.

They've seen the world,
In all its light and dark,
And yet their faith remains,
Like a beacon in the dark.

They've heard the confessions,
Of the lost and the found,
And they offer forgiveness,
For every soul that's crowned.

They celebrate the joys,
And mourn the pain,
They're always there to listen,
And to help us gain.

The priest who lives inside their robes,
Is a gift to us all,
A reminder of the good,
That will never fall.

So let us cherish them,
And their holy light,
For they are a blessing,
Both day and night.

In the heart of every man,
There burns a light,
A flame of courage, strength, and love,
That guides him through the night.

This light is his inner fire,
That drives him to be his best.
It is the source of his passion,
And his determination to succeed.

This light is what makes a man a man.
It is what gives him the strength to face his fears,
To overcome challenges,
And to achieve his goals.

The light that burns inside of men,
Is a powerful force for good.
It is the light that drives men to protect their loved ones,
To fight for what they believe in,
And to make the world a better place.

So let us celebrate the light that burns inside of men.
Let us honor the courage, strength, and love that they possess.
And let us support them in their journey to become the best men that they can be.

For the light that burns inside of men,
Is the light that makes the world a better place.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To till and sow, to live in mirth.
Let them plant their seeds and watch them grow,
And reap the fruits of what they sow.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To build their homes and raise their hearts.
Let them create a place to call their own,
Where love and laughter are always known.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To explore its wonders and find their worth.
Let them climb its mountains and sail its seas,
And discover all that nature decrees.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To cherish and protect, for all its worth.
Let them be stewards of this precious land,
And pass it on, with a gentle hand.

For men are part of this earth's grand plan,
To tend and nurture, with a loving hand.
So let them have a piece of this earth,
To live in harmony and share its mirth.

Sweet rain, tapping on my window pane,
A gentle rhythm, like a soothing refrain.
I watch the droplets dance and swirl,
A mesmerizing, mesmerizing twirl.

The world outside is bathed in gray,
But my heart is light, come what may.
For the rain brings life, and the rain brings cheer,
And washes away all my worries and fear.

Sweet rain, I love your gentle embrace,
The way you cleanse and soothe every space.
You whisper secrets of the earth and sky,
And fill my soul with pure delight.

Oh, sweet rain, please never cease,
To tap your song of peace.
For in your presence, I find true bliss,
And a world transformed, with a gentle kiss.

Halloween night
with
a
bright orange jack-a-lantern moon
hanging in the spooky sky
while
chills running
up and down
our spines
as
we
walked and whistled gently
pass the graveyard still