The Blessing

If beauty was all it really took
To write our fame in the cosmic book
If wealth was all important too,
Kings and queens would jump the queue
If the outward signs we try to keep,
Mean more than physical, which sleeps
If face and skin and eyes and hair,
Could last forever then why would we care
About the inner secret dome
Lying inside this fleshy home
If nip and tuck, the almighty pound
Could carry us from material mound
If bank account and coin and cash
Could do one thing to ease the clash
If this all were true and we could claim,
Uncountable wealth and endless fame
Good enough to carry our name
And make us know we are all the same
These things then would be worth the game
Look inside so you will tell, ringing pure and like a bell
The soul lies deep in silence guessing, waiting for our own sweet blessing