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Tom Wood

Your Pain

The voice
That wonderful and melodious voice
It conveys to me, as if by some form of magic
The picture of your inner self
A collage if you will
How honored I am
That false pretenses go
There is that bond of trust
And your voice speaks to me
On a vastly different level
Not of words
Not of concepts
Not of phrases
The unspoken word
The word of the Sacred Circle
That which is spiritual, the great unseen
The Force, which is all around us
The messages are many and tumultuous
YOUR PAIN
I will take your pain
I will embrace it
There is much renewal, as the season's come and go
Accept that it shall pass, for that is the way
The Creator shall bless you, he already has
Peace shall be upon you
Slowly and gently, but it shall be
I will give your pain away
To Grandfather
For that is the way
It will be cleansed
It shall pass
As the seasons come and go
Listen with your inner ear
Hear the chorus of the visceral ancients
YOUR PAIN