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THE SECRET

by T. Hubbard

The stars don't seem to change as we spin within their distance,

a vast vestibule of unknown hopes and dreams.

We look up as if to see God descending amidst His shining statement,

and find only the wonder, and a question given means.

Time is a passing fancy for sentience  in one cubic foot of space,

 bone embraced brain taking measure of only what is seen.

If we could but hear the voices of the celestial opinion

what might not have been done, what might have been?

But tiny man in his invented glory has risen for the heights,

a folly of world proportion for the satisfaction of the few.

Our leaders show no way to the heart of the matter,

who can you believe, listen, tell me who?

Still the evidence offers humility within the true embrace of Love,

it's an established parameter as changeless as Heavens face.

If we tried a little harder, living love a little more,

we could watch all the dying demons disappear without a trace.

Yet here we languish long, those souls small and eager,

beneath understanding somehow evident but not yet known.

Exploring avenues of faith, and suffering such patience for ignorance

Til the sky opens up and the secret is shown.

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