When the conscience whispers ...

Titus 1:15 

15 All is pure to those who are pure.

But to those who are corrupt and unbelieving, nothing is pure,

but both their minds and consciences are corrupted.

 

When the conscience whispers …

 

After nights of constant thunder … to day no noise outside

The only ruckus that I hear … is from the inside

It is so amazing ... that when all is quiet and still

Soft rumblings of appliances overrule the quiet outside

 

Imagine when all is still ... to listen to your own heartbeat

Then to visualize the blood ... soaring through the vanes

Even thoughts can improvise noises on their own

and fill the sphere with ... what no one seems to tame

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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