A VOICE FROM THE DEPTHS
Deep down in the intricacies
Of our corporeal minds
Resides a mystical sound
Coursing adrift in the firmaments
Of our earthbound souls
It's the dogged sound of will
An equilibrating sigil of God the Creator
A confined form that whispers out sensitively
From the petulance of our spirits
A peaceful entity, locked up in the crypts
Struggling rigourously to feel the glitter of light;
It's a calm voice that mounts and reins upon
The thickly-roped saddles of our consciousness;
A guide montage of our dodgy memories
Reckoning gently for righteous attention,
It is a psychic force hovering high and nigh
In the oceanic dark of our wholeness
Serving as the watching Judge
For the lax in thinking
And for the taut in thoughts
It is the heavenly light of truth
The celestial watchtower,
It is…our Conscience!
© Pat Ashinze
August 2016
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