I wrote this several years ago and I haven’t been sure of what to do with it. I have finally decided that it is only worthwhile if shared and to that end, here it is. Much of this came from my feelings and experiences in mentoring at that time. Please, if you share , give credit. I also have this recorded and have uploaded the file to Youtube, (here). Much of poetry depends upon the reader and this has a certain flow, for me.
A Secret Revealed
Some Brothers join and never seem
To grasp the purpose, too oft’ unseen
The goal for them is not well known
The path they chose, they chose alone
Light may be found in many ways
Through dark of night or light of day
Open a book the mentor calls
But alas, on deaf ears it falls,
The desire to know must be strong
Because it doesn’t come easily along
Too many questions, Not enough time.
You’ve been raised Brother, get in line.
The world moves fast, too fast to find
The easy magical answers in kind.
The platter before you, it was lain
But lets take a moment to explain.
It doesn’t come the way you think
Like water pouring from your sink
We see the path without much clatter
But walking it, is another matter.
You place the sticker and wear the ring
But Brother you forgot one important thing.
Telling another who we are
Will get you only just so far.
Your heart needs to learn the meaning
Before your not quite so humble gleaning.
Seek is what you have been told
Find the lessons that come from old
We can only teach a little
Sometimes meeting in the middle.
The lessons that you need to know
Are the lessons that will help you grow.
We make good men better or at least we try
And far too often, we don’t know why.
They often don’t come to seek it out
And live a life full of doubt.
But it doesn’t need to be that way
The choices are important, they say
But no man can teach, he who isn’t there
And it often seems so very unfair.
The best seem to find a way
And you should really hear what they say
The meaning hidden, or slyly worded,
Perhaps, the meaning well asserted.
Our goals are simple, often not found
Right in the open, the light abounds
For the good of mankind our labors toll
Our Brothers to aid, assist, even console.
Ignore the rumors heard on the street
Among the strangers you may meet,
The stories far too often written
Repeated, retold, never quitting.
We hear rumors of ignorance seeking to quell
That truth which we can not tell
The lies are told and often sold
They make money off these rumors of old.
The damage, though done, hurts us not
Their conspiracy theories all for naught
The answers they want but never really find
Are simply growth of spirit, of hope, and of mind.
Bro. Brian A. McCollim, PM