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(A lone voice whispers)
Like a beautiful red rose
Emanating a vibrant magnetic aura
I used to hide in the deep woods
Carefully
In one of the worlds, countless crazy forests
Surrounded by wild thorns
Who all tried to seduce me
As they all grew in abundance and flourished
But like all things that glitter like gold
I saw through all their subtle words and replies and dismissed them
As they surfaced
But now as Mother Mary recently said
As she smiled
My lovely carer in life before she too appeared
As another lost soul
In the many Houses of the Dead
Be happy you lived and were chased
Even if they were charlatans and had no shame
Or feared any kind of disgrace
Love in whatever form is all we have now
To cling onto as we painfully remember that old place
A red candle that should be cherished and treasured
Maybe tainted with scandals but still a red candle
To help push this grey darkness back
When we stand awake all night
For sleep and tiredness
No longer need to fight
So I remember some of my wild thorns
Picturing you all holding a red candle high
Blowing loves once golden horn
As you all surround me
To help me
Push back this scary grey ever-flowing darkness
And illuminate this room in The House of the Dead
So others like me can see
Especially Mother Mary
Who I remember as an angel
A beautiful friend with all her magnificent stories and spiritual theories
Copyright John Duffy
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