It comes as a shining light
It’s warmth feels ever so right.
It fills ones mind and nourishes the soul
But be quick or it may go, to a place which you do not know.
The words they tumble from your lips
Spewing forth gently with a hiss
They glide across the air and give one a kiss
And then they snare you, ever so tightly within their spell.
A task at which they seldom fail.
They come with wisdom they come with learning
With understanding lifes lessons and yearnings.
Call it guidance, call it divine.
Call it Awen, yet it is mine.
RedRavenPoems 
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