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Robert L. Martin

The Guardian Within

The Guardian Within
 
My conscience is the
High Priest that lives
In the caverns of my soul
Within its walls is my
Altar which I can’t forsake
 
My wrongs unguarded
Are empty cries
Flailing against the wind
My fragile life
Is but a brook
Caught in the mouth
Of the raging tempest
 
Through my vigil I can’t forget
Through my worship I cannot sin
Through my conscience I cannot stray
Through my trust I cannot fear
From my soul I will repent

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