Spiritual Bank

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.