An Original Poem – 3.15.16

by Scott D. Hendricks

O conscience, my sweet
Divine-human voice —
Primordial clarion,
Who call me back
to Paradise!
How I have longed
To hear thee,
My dear companion,
My guardian, my friend.
Come close, come near;–
I bid thee, here!
I would not hide
From thee, nor me;
From God, nor even
Behind a tree.
I would step out
Plant my shy feet
Naked, ashamed,
Running, repenting,
To our Father’s
House for just
One chance
To kiss the soil
I once called home.