Work
Deep urge seeking help of courage,
Blending effort with undefined
purpose,
Galvanizing nerves and intellect,
Beckoning us to work,
The unknown creed,
Without reward or acclaim,
To fulfill the nameless need.
Have you run a five-mile stretch
and felt the tingle in
your spine,
The euphoric tug on your mind?
An hour of thinking or an hour
of meditation lifts you
into another realm.
Work is not for just keeping
busy and fit,
It is the crucible of man's
creativity,
It is the instrument to bring
ideas to life,
It is the pulse and fabric of
existence.
The Lord cast man only to do
two things mainly,
Develop ideas and enact them,
Ideas are man's spirituality.
Work is not the music, but the
instrument to achieve it,
It is not the objective of life
but the means to achieve its essence.