The Conscience of the Soul
The colors of spirit,
personality of soul;
its essence has no limits.
Spirit does its penance;
with conscience, we grow;
the colors of spirit.
The conscience, has seen to it;
of its guidance; we know;
its essence has no limits.
Live well, every minute;
to enjoy; when you’re old;
the colors of spirit.
On a wall you can pin it;
conscience’s guidance, foretold;
its essence has no limits.
In your heart, you’ll hold it;
conscience’s teachings are gold.
The colors of spirit;
its essence has no limits.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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