I feel this world was made for the contented souls
For what else shall be intimated
When the level of proverty that stinks on earth, can only be accommodated by a soul that seeks only the basic necessities of life
And the avarice that befouls this earth leads so many who are snuggled in the arms of the beast called greed to their early demise.
Is not then this world with all that plays in it designed for the contented at heart.
What else shall be intimated, for blessed indeed are the contented ones notwithstanding the little they have for they shall always have peace of heart as a companion.
Hope is here 