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.