Mike Barrett

(June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

To You A Word


We
Have not
To wait
For mysteries
And secret rites
And things
To be revealed
To us
Before we do
The works
Of God.

NO Way!

We
Have only
To love
One another
And serve
One another
Remembering always
That the self
And the other are one.

God
Does not ask
That we become perfect -
God
Asks
Only
That we love
And serve
The oneness
Which
IT IS!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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  • Mike Barrett (3/8/2014 1:25:00 PM)

    Hi Rachel, Thanks for your comment, I've been busy with other interests and responsibilities lately and haven't been on the PH site as much as used to, but I will return down the road. Cheers! (Report) Reply

  • Mike Barrett (3/8/2014 1:21:00 PM)

    Hi Valsa, I'm pleased that you enjoyed the poem and thank you for your comment. Much appreciated! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/4/2014 9:37:00 AM)

    ....So true, Mike! Man is born with frailties. So he cannot be perfect! But however imperfect we are, all of us can love each other and that is what God counts.... I fully endorse your views.... am inspired by the message! (Report) Reply

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