Duty, a priceless gift

Duty is divinity. 
Whether or not
you believe in god
it becomes an emblem,
a symbol; worship it
every single day,
sing it like an anthem
in your own simple way.

When you attach stakes
with it, namely, power, dignity
you make fatal mistakes,
lose sight of your true identity;
hatred, competition, animosity,
make your innocuous deity
far too mundane, monotonous, dirty.

Do not make it harsh and noisy
like a brook, let it flow
as though a dulcet ditty,
it might sound strange for some
you may be regarded as dotty,
but the method in the madness
will perform magics, miracles;
you will experience happiness,
elevated way beyond
failures, successes.

The lonely chores can be a winsome chorus,
what seems out of tune, can sound melodious;
when the mission becomes a stubborn habit
the world can heal, the sky can be the limit,
a dull, routine job can be a priceless gift.