In the depths of my soul, I build a bank
To hold my spiritual treasures, rank by rank
With each act of kindness, and every prayer
I deposit a coin, and watch it grow there
But the problem arises, when life gets rough
And I forget to deposit, and I feel the huff
Of life\'s swirling storms, and its dark shadows
I look to my bank, and there lies my woes
No statements are sent, no reminders appear
To keep me in check, to keep my path clear
I must be diligent, in my spiritual care
Never neglecting to add to my bank\'s fare
For when the hard times come, and I need a withdrawal
I\'ll find my account empty, with no coins to call
Upon for strength, and for inner light
I\'ll find myself lost, in the endless night
So I must remember, to tend to my soul
To deposit often, to make it whole
For a spiritual bank account, is a precious treasure
And it must be nurtured, for it to bring pleasure
So I\'ll keep on depositing, and watch my bank grow
And I\'ll be prepared, for whatever life may throw
For my spiritual condition, is a sacred art
And I\'ll tend to it always, with a loving heart. (\"Spiritual Bank\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.