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The Secret

except ye become as little children…

By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
The Secret
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Oh man, Possessing all to be happy

Why do you despair?

Cursing fate that brought you here

Fists shaking in the air


With access to all perfect health

Why in sickness is your faith?

Physician, you could heal yourself

By letting go of angst


With all abundance in your view

why in poverty do you remain?

The supply is great enough for all

If only you lay claim


When all are one in Sonship

Why is our impulse to divide?

Pushing out those we see as other

putting them on the other side


When our true nature is of peace

Why must we take to war?

Pitting brother against brother

a game without a winning score


The secret to this life my friend

Spoke by Jesus long ago

Be as little children, my sons

pure and innocent as the snow


See only the good in others

Keep only love in sight

Blessings and mercy will follow you

Sure as the day will follow night


About the Creator

Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic

Hello dear friend! I'm Aaron - Husband, Father, Writer, Engineer, Poet and Pickleball Junkie.

I write inspirational poems and stories of spiritual growth.

Be a part of my journey of self-discovery and search for truth.


This is Me!

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  • Test3 months ago

    Very creative!!

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