A Sales Pitch of The Soul

“How are you doing today?” I begin,

A question posed, a hopeful spin.

You brace yourself, expecting cost,

Another product, quickly lost.

“I pray well,” I add, a gentle plea,

“As you assume I’m here to sell to thee,

I promise it’s not what fills your dread,

My wares are different,” the words are said.

My pitch: in a blink, it can all be erased,

Everything vanished, no time embraced.

So I sell you thoughts, of hope and love so bright,

Treasures freely given, bathed in light.

Positivity’s gleam, respect’s firm hand,

Words said often throughout the land.

I know you’ve heard them, again, again, and more,

But duty calls, to reach your waiting door.

To guard your joy, against the thief of gloom,

To chase the shadows from your heart’s bright room.

A message of peace, a love that knows no end,

And faith in a God, on whom you can depend.

In closing then, no brand will claim my name,

No corporation profits from this game.

I sell you hope, in colors yet unseen,

Through creative thoughts, a vibrant, hopeful scene.

I’m here to let you know, beyond all doubt,

You are loved, completely, without a clout.

This is my pitch, a gift I freely lend,

Hope’s tender touch, until the very end.