Sunday, November 1, 2015

Conscience




Much is being said about conscience these days following the Synod on the Family.  During our evening hour of recreation when we share our thoughts with one another, this subject has made for some lively discussions.  One Sister decided to express her reflections in poetic form.  Here it is for you:


Conscience

Let nothing unclean enter here
For one who knows
From creatures no true love
An ark most pure
Of finest beaten gold
Wherein contains
No casual Observer of the inmost self
The still small voice
Begotten from the Dove
Communion Bed
Of sword and spirit
Joints and marrow
Grace and freedom meet
To make a choice
The only tent of where no fear
Is found to dwell
For one can hear
Who listens
No slave to mere majority
Of thoughts or opine reason
Changing winds and seasons
But propitiatory place most sweet
The most pure, most sure stalwart
Of finest beaten gold
Forgiveness drawn so near
The mercy-seat
The covenant within
The human heart.

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