Poem -

Wesley's Compass

There are four winds they say
They each have a voice
Their wisdom helps us greatly
To, when in doubt, make a choice

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The West Wind brings Tradition
"It's what we've always done"
It's also the sure direction
of the settling sun

The North Wind brings memory
It's what the Scriptures speak
We're always reciting them
week after week

East Wind brings new Experiences
They rise with each bright dawn
They are the stuff of your dear life
since the day that you were born

South wind carries cold reality
It brings us back to Reason
Sometimes this can be a most
difficult struggling season

_

Reason can be clouded by Experience
which makes it too subjective
This may cause your Scripture forecast
to result in something selective

Tradition helps clear the air
when the weather gets too tumult
But be careful not to settle there
Listen to it with a grain of salt

The son rises and sets
not in the same place twice
Instead he shifts on the horizon,
as our world spins and morphs

He is a light of compassion
and he knows our innermost thoughts

His consciousness is an eternal mind
yet he traverses all our present
His will is that we all be kind
and for his love to re-present

If we all used Wesley's keys to the kingdom
I'm sure we'd fare well indeed
By these four voices of Wisdom
We'd be truly freed

So when you're in confusion
Stop and listen in
Because they'll point you in a goodly direction
Where you'll rise above turmoil and sin
 

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