The Ladder
Where did my conscience come from?
Is it gift, or memory?
Do I possess it?
Or is it bequeath as there is need?
Perhaps it is all of the above
But doesn’t really matter
I’m tied to something greater than myself
That lends a ladder
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http://grafxpress.blogspot.com/This blog is dedicated to offering daily verse--a thought to contemplate throughout the day and enrich the inner life. Poetry reaches into the heart in ineffable ways. Similar to music which speaks below the horizon of conscious thought, poetry represents the first shards of dawning. The splintered light that cracks the heavens to illuminate reality. Rhythm, rhyme, and reason dancing. Words, whispers, and wonderment flashing. Images, impression, and intellect converging. Such is the language of enlightened prose, and the oracle through which it pollinates the mind.
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