He Who Finds Love Poem by Uriah Hamilton

He who finds love in his heart will not totter on hatred’s wind torn hill nor falter at the ledge of jealousy nor fall in the fields of the mischievous plans plotted by the hands of the envious and the cruel.
Love is an eternal essence that has always been before time began and will exist after time has ceased. Love is the mysterious substance that will transport us to a spiritual place when the time has arrived to dispose of the body and continue the endless journey unseen; Love is the seed that falls from our flower into the ground of others and lives there forever; Love is the kindness of offering food to a stranger who receives it as an angel of God.
In life, there are jobs, vocations, and careers, and then there is everyone’s real work. The real work is the work born out of love, done for love, and completed by love. At the end of the day, it is not money or material success that will comfort your soul when you fall asleep upon your pillow but the understanding that you honestly undertook your real work.
And there is no greater failure you can ever undergo than have the time and ability to feel love, share love, express love and be love and realize you never did so.