Crisis Of Concience. Poem by Fay Slimm

Bounded by laws, often laid down by self's
Conventional duties and senses. Offended
By breakage of scrupulous habits.Shelving
Fastidiously notions of change, we keep
Laying down blame. Propriety ending every
Aim, stony-souled dogmas we chisel deeply.

When however with wholeness emerged, torrents
Of enlightened thoughts unfold. Insightful leaps
In awakened Self help concience to strive
To see both sides, the dark and light of events.

Seeing through former blinds clearly, we find
Evil but merely a sort of a tortured good
Which has longings too strong. We leave behind
The ugly word 'Should', and choose never again
To condemn others as 'hatless' when a hood
Only lightly our own head covers. Concience hits
Crisis, and met, needs discerning. No longer
Walking in shade, we face light as something missed.

We judge no-one evil because they're not good.
Crisis, thus solved makes us sensibly stronger.