My Conscience
Like fresh nectar secreting so sweetly,
Within bowls of immaculate flowers;
Like the sweetest silent sound so softly,
Blooming the buds into flower powers…
Like drops of water into streams gently,
Dripping and rippling and then brim-filling;
Spirit's sanctified souvenirs slowly,
Has showered in me blessings soul-thrilling...
With silence, prayer, trust, beliefs benign,
Contemplation cum action prevailing;
He has made his voice of conscience now mine,
He has given me his heart love-flowing...
God and love alone my conscience depends,
God, and love, for all, my conscience extends.
01 June 2021
Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
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