Conscience
© 2013 (By Jim Sularz)
Every human knows it’s spark,
a gentle tug, a singing heart.
From unknown isles, an alarming ring,
raining unseen feathers from flailing wings.
An abiding guide, a forgiving strum,
from a single note, to a louder drum.
Along it’s journeyed byways, high above a thorny sea,
is a gilded road followed – to one’s gloried destiny!
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