There is an order of invisible being;
We recognize it—gives existence meaning.
Its qualities exist: substantial forms;
They drive our lives toward good, I hope the norm. 

Though history is fraught with turbulent flow;
This order of being remains untouchable,
As it did eons ago:

Ethics, Happiness, Love, Personality,
Humor, Patience, Morality,

Justice, Temperance, Order, Humility,
Virtue, Compassion, Honesty,

Sanctity, Passion, Sincerity, Industry,
Courage, Wonder, Integrity.

Where comes our understanding of such ideals?
Are such invisibles purely mindful squeals?
Or are they real beings in reality,
Certain as the sunrise, or an established tree?

My quest: “Are such things here for us to ignore?
If they don’t exist then what’s a heaven for?”