Conscience at Heaven’s Gate

Conscience:

 

Conscience counsels me out of sadness

For too much of it is led to madness;

And though alone I did sin the seven, in darkness

The deadly deeds I cry out unto heaven, in earnest;

For God is also glad of them

They who repent before the Kingdom. 

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Good Morning Creator

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Good Morning Creator

Well-Spring of Life

You are my Master.

 

I grow in love for you

Your Word was made true

Compassionate, beloved, multiplied.

 

Good Day also to The Son

Loving Jesus, daily bread wholesome

The Body of my breast. 

 

Fed like the four-thousand

I offer your service returned

Today, make it something profound.

 

Of us, in service,

We pray.

 

Student Being

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We all sit in a library, possessed

Scanning the shelves, science,

Knowledge, politics, what book next?

 

We all read, like clever ones

Well educated students, learning

How to reduce the truth into Nothing.

 

We all sigh, with tired eyes

The experiments have all run dry,

Electrical instruments, digital; lost spirals. 

 

We all worry, sat here, expired

On a dangerous planet, resources exhausted

Pondering, tired, whatever possible solutions. 

 

We are all pensive, studiously lamenting

The end, or beginning, but something is missing:

Wisdom, or the desire of truly knowing

What it means to be full of an inward craving.