The Sunday of the Soul

Should be its day of rest.

It labours hard all week,

Through diligent respect

For features of its host:

 

A gush of intellect

On prominent display.

A physical virtue,

From grace and power forged.

An armoury of love

To melt the coldest heart.

The absence of remorse.

 

Endowed with all this stuff,

Six days should be enough.