Friday of the 2 nd week of Lent

There was a master who planted a vineyard.
Leased it to tenants and went to another country.
We wonder if we have paid our dues in life’s vineyard.
For we are not freeholders only tenants in our body’s yard.

But I dreamt agin I saw my soul.
Not as a chipped brick but a bar of gold.
Something beautiful, royal.
As Gospel told.

We all have a glorious soul.
Irrespective of what we are.
For all our weary toil.
The soul knows all, sees so far.