The Msula

 A poetic monologue for the inquisitive.

Title:

The Msula 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you worn one of those old red coats yet

The one given by one of the invisible Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Who knows when your libido's getting wet

For the first time 

A coat filled with holes and tears

From someone else

Who no longer needs one to wear

A symbol of hopes and dreams

Sometimes in vain

For wearing it spiritually doesn't mean love will remain 

And it may even bring you pain

But have you worn one like I once did 

When I was a kid

When I felt my heartbeats rise like the early morning sunrise 

The weight and happiness tied together within a red ribbon of bliss 

In that first kiss

Then the solitude

Way after

But I still wore it proudly looking for its twin

Another red coat wearer 

With tears and holes

Frayed seams

But still keen

It's how I found my Mary before her coat was taken back 

By one of the Riders in the silent night

The Msula

When she died

To be given to another new land walker

To feel the anxiety, concern, difficulty, duty, hardship, load, onus, responsibility, strain, task, tax, trouble, worry. 

And dissatisfaction that comes from wearing it

But also how all those burdens are extinguished in the bliss of that first kiss

Oh, how I miss her

Now I'm 89

But a Night Rider appeared to me late last night 

Said 

Write your last thoughts down Henry

Your time with the red coat is nearly over

I'll be coming for it tomorrow before you crossover

So tear a hole in the fabric 

And pull at the seams

When you can see it before you go to Mary 

In The Great In-Between 

You see the holes and tears add to the magical essences 

Of wearing one of our holy gifts 

For it helps keep the hope for love present 

When all seems lost 

And helps to find the twin coat of the new wearer

Just like you and how you found your Mary

Guided by one of us

The Old Fairies 

So before I go 

Wear yours proudly

Be kinder and

Vibrate higher 

And if you already haven't found your twin red coat wearer 

Just know 

The Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Will soon find its twin and introduce your heart to heavenly choruses of hallelujah's

In the form of a new love 

 

So good night and good luck

For I can just see my beloved Mary in the distance calling 

Standing beside one of the Night Riders

The forever smiling 

Msula

As the moon and stars above seem to start falling 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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