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a poem – I stood next to my conscience

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I wrote a few lines pf poetry during a very moving Sunday Service last weekend. Bob Kilpatrick was our preacher that morning, Ministry through music moves me, lifts me to a different level of consciousness. I was blessed to get signed copies of his two books. So I posted it on Instagram together with some photos I took from the day I had. I read Vanessa’s poem “breath” this morning and saw in her words an accumulation of life’s prompts that I seldom take heed of.

So I tweaked the poem a little, different now from the Instagram post and maybe this portrays December in our hearts the best. A season of hope coming to fruition.

Linking this to saynotoclowns for inspiring a re-write.

I stood next to my conscience
looking over my shoulder
my head reasoned over my heart
the longing has finally ended

I lowered my hands

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