Work, a duty, one's accustomed means of livelihood,
Devoid of it, everything seems to be lifeless,
When done for others, amplifies the sense of brotherhood,
A gift, teaching us to get rid of slowness.
“Work is love made visible”, so uttered Kahlil Gibran,
Warning us not to devalue ‘work’ of any sort, but adore,
The very precision will drench us with the ray of heavenly sun,
Move heaven and earth and chase those yearning for more.
It is work alone that is verbing the world, indeed,
A core literally seizing both the plant and the seed.
Creative, Inspiring
"It is work alone that is verbing the world"
I enjoy your work, your words are intricately woven in perfect places.
Kudos
Thanks
Thank you very much for such a wonderful comment of yours.