Love in most men will grow cold.
But the man who stands firm in the end will be saved.
Will our soul be cheaply sold.
Or honesty be craved.
Unlike Eleazar we need never to go to the block.
For all our cherished even idiosyncratic belief.
But in a hundred small ways we can lock.
Principle into etched relief.
Conscience is a multi faceted thing.
There is no clear path.
But you always know who is king.
If you avoid its nagging questioning wrath.
We are then not called by our conscience to die.
But not to our conscience lie.