Here's to you.

 

Have an inspiring week of creativity.

Salute.

Dolor (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Does fear in whatever form it chooses to appear in 

Like a shapeshifting configuration of self-depreciation 

Announcing the possible visitations of sin

Emotional physically or spiritual 

The three intricately laid foundation stones which it builds itself up from

When it first enters the skin

Affect the way the Native finds new roads or instead chooses lonely highways to navigate life

Does its carefully leather-bound invisible suitcases they might present

To then be carried everywhere like priceless jewels

Contain handwritten contracts to avoid taking chances 

On people

Places or newer experiences and to always seek to abstain

Never to seek unfamiliar lands of hope to help them renew 

As pledges once written in silence

Prevents them from embracing their secret God-given name 

To empower them to pull through

Does Dolor's archaic supernatural form 

Take a strange irregular shape 

Which keeps them invariably on the run

As it guides all their emotions like a Machiavellian orchestral conductor 

From which it transpires there is no escape

Under the dire threat of the Sword of Antipathy

As it seduces them perpetually and becomes their only lover

Did you know Dolor is simply Fear translated into Latin

I can only hope and pray

You'll find the strength and courage to throw its gifts of free suitcases away

Into the gushing four winds and let the Trinity of Holy lights

Come steam rolling in

(C)

Copyright John Duffy