Below is the poem entitled Conscience which was written by poet
wesley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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My conscience looks through the curtain
And I see humanity's plight;
Our lives seem so uncertain
There is little that’s alright.
Yet out of confusion comes groping
To see world clothed in bloom
My heart is created for hoping
It finds no comfort in gloom.
We see from boundary to border
That humanity wars with each race;
With rebellion and irate disorder
We exist in a shameful place.
But I think as the sun is setting
I could embrace peace without strife;
For my mind needs a way of forgetting
All except the beauty of life.
I knew from childhood's beginning
We live in a season of woe;
With suffering, sadness and sinning
For my conscience told me so.
The truth of it all is so tragic
I wept for all that was wrong;
Then by the art of sweet magic
My heart found a new song.
The years keep coming and going
A jumble of pleasure and pain;
But the sadness I feel is showing
That evil is on the gain.
My heart should now be grieving
For there's no comforting;
But I always keep on believing
Life is a miraculous thing.