Saturday, June 9, 2012


       The wisest, most enlightened way I know
       To make decisions that are best for all
       Is opening my mind to winds that blow
       As if they are a blissful, gracious call
       From somewhere in the void of mystery,
       A secret source of guidance from beyond
       That summons one to see with clarity,
       With which an ardent soul may correspond.
       Yet how to know this source is genuine
       And not the prompting of a wayward voice
       Persuading me from virtue into sin
       Is the serenity of my good choice:
           The peace I feel in choosing right from wrong
           Is like the melody of a sweet song.