Bodacious Bob

Pain, comes from the knife, that by
fate, may cut into our mortality.
It tells us that our mortality
has been wounded.
It focuses our attention to the wound
that we may take action to protect and heal the wound.
The immortal are blessed, for there is no pain for
the immortal,
only for the mortal.
The immortal are blessed,
for their wounds have been healed for eternity
and the mortal
must wait for earthly time to heal them.
Love, comes from the
hearts and spirits of earthly beings,
and,
from the memories of the immortal.
Love is the salve
that will help the wound to heal,
Love is the bandage that will protect
the wound while it heals.
Love, is the only shield
that earthly beings can share,
to protect each other from pain,
and assist each other with
healing.
The wound will heal.
Our mortality will show the scar.
But, the Love, will persist, after the
pain is gone.

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