The secret is the secret - it will not bend, it will not break.
It is meant for greater things than the unknown; shielded and warm.
We give it purpose by our need to know and for that - it shows.
Safely we learn, but never obey; not this day or in any way.
We never truly learn unless we commit; adding to our faith,
The secret is shown and by showing we see a miracle or two,
Basking in the glory when God touched humanity; sacred.
But it fades, it slows until...forgotten; faint in our remembrance.
Holidays and special ceremonies are inacted in that moment's honor
And obedience, is but a thing to worship, but never do. And life continues
dying.
Secret of Faith
Poetry By Mark Edgemon
From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE
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