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My Conscience…
Alone with my conscience, stripped of all the superficial
I see myself as
I truly am
The image I’ve
cultivated carefully for so many years
Comes
undone…slowly, the layers peel away
Standing face to
face with my conscience
For so long
I’ve been on the run
In the back of
my mind
Always knew this
day of reckoning would come
Before man can
judge me, before God can judge me
I judge
myself-GUILTY
Along the way
the choices we make
Aren’t choices
entered in for a moment, but for a lifetime
And it’s the
moral man who stands up and accepts his mistakes
Somehow finding
understanding, somehow finding peace
With himself and
his God
And in time what
he once saw as a burden
He will come to
see it was God’s blessings
The Lord works
in mysterious magical movie ways
His slight of
hand isn’t something we always understand
For that reason,
he is God and we are man
And what of the
man who runs away from what he’s done?
I’ve seen that
man everyday of my life
I’ve looked in
his eyes: they’ve been dead for
years
His heart has
stopped beating
His blood is as
cold as the shoulder he turned
Everyday I see
him; I can’t help but feel his despair
I can’t help
but see the sorrow that’s etched in his face
He’s oblivious
to his surroundings
His conscience
daily haunts him
And from where I
stand, so close, yet so far
I want to reach
out and touch him; release him from his burden
Whisper in his
ear that God forgives him
To err is human,
to forgive is so divine
The time has
come to leave the past behind.
8-6-97
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