The Conscience Call #1973

The Conscience Call In the still of the spirit, a voice resonates— Clear and unwavering, like ancient stone tablets, Etched by the finger of the Divine, It whispers of right, murmurs of the true line. "I speak the truth in Christ; I am not lying," Apostle’s words like stars in night, undying, Guided by the conscience, firm and stern, Bearing the fire that within us burns. For all evil seeds in dark rebellion’s silt, Against the voice that's woven in our quilt, That inner thread, golden and thin, Tells of wars outside from battles within. Stand for the conscience, or for naught you’ll stand, On shifting sands of compromise, a land Where truths, unmoored, float in murky skies, And hearts wander lost, with veiled eyes. For truth without conscience—Oh, how it rings! A hollow echo, a hypocrisy that stings. It’s not the creed that we profess, But in our hearts, that we truly confess. Thus, bind not to falsehood’s fleeting thrill, But to the Spirit’s voice, gentle and still. For only when we heed its call, Shall we rise, true and tall, lest we fall. -Steven G. Lee (June 26, 2024)