Conscience
When we speak of the things that we treasure,
That we prize above all, we include
Words like Motherland,
Loyalty,
Honor,
Friendship,
Brotherhood.
No, these words aren`t just words, empty words.
And if only to all this were plain,
Much that plagues us today could we banish,
Much of sorrow would go, and of pain,
Nor are these only words, empty words !
I sleep so well in pouring rain,
A child, unmindful of its drumming...
And in my dream we met again;
You are unchanged - devoted, loving.
I wake up, and the pain is gone.
The world, washed clean,
Is all bejewelled,
It is as though the sun`s gold down
Is floating in transparent blueness.
There`s so much radiance and space.
My shoulders square, the weight is lifted.
I feel at peace, my spirit braced,
As though you have, in fact, been with me.
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