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Mary |
Yes, close your eyes, listen to
the silence |
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What do you see |
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Scribe |
I am seeing a woman dressed in
colonial clothes |
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Mary |
Tune into that woman |
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Tune in |
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Scribe |
She is sweet, gracious, kind |
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She is patient |
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She is maternal and loving |
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Mother is this you? |
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Mary |
Yes my dear |
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Thank you for recognizing me |
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Scribe |
Mother
Why are you taking on the appearance of a mere
mortal |
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Mary |
Because I am |
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Remain dear |
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Scribe |
And now there are plenty of other
people around |
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They are happy; they are bustling
about |
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And your heart overflows with
love for them |
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They are your children and you
love them
And are proud of them |
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And you are so happy for them in
their happiness |
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You are walking among them Mother |
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They see you |
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You are walking among them as a
mortal
So that they can see you |
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And they nod pleasantly to you |
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They like you; you are a good
woman |
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And they think of you as such |
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Yes they recognize your goodness
and your sweetness |
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And are pleased to have you among
them |
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Though they don’t know who you
are |
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But they do turn to you for
comfort, for healing |
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For you are a great source of
both for them |
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And they recognize this |
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And appreciate you |
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Mary |
Do they appreciate me |
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Scribe |
They appreciate what you do for
them |
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Mary |
But do they appreciate me |
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Scribe |
You are not married |
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You are slightly older |
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You are outside the mainstream |
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You are not quite one of them |
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There is perhaps a bit of
dismissive attitude toward you |
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For while they are happy to turn
to you
For comfort and healing |
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They quickly forget |
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And in their moments of health
and happiness |
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They forget their moments of
sorrow
And who was there for them then |
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You are not part of their
official hierarchy |
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You have no official role |
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You have no established place in
the social order |
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The ‘place’, the position they
hold for you |
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Is that of old maid, not married,
no children |
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Therefore less than |
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Mary |
Continue dear one |
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Scribe |
I see a colonial man loading up
his musket |
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And now I see you tending to the
Original American
That he wounded |
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And this hardens their hearts
against you |
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You are a ‘traitor’ |
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For aiding the ‘enemy’ |
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And are ostracized |
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The women come to you in secret |
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When they need your comfort |
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In secret they bring to you their
ailing children |
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The men have dismissed you
completely |
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You are a silly old woman |
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Useless with no sense |
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For you aided the enemy |
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They recognize your kindness |
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But you don’t have the sense to
distinguish |
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Upon whom to dispense your
kindness
And from whom to withhold it |
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Foolish old thing |
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It is up to the men to lead |
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It is up to the men to take
charge |
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The men know better than silly
ineffectual women
Such as yourself |
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And so the men lead |
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They take matters in their own
hands |
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And load up their muskets some
more |
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And in the stillness of the night
Mother |
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They come and they kill you |
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Mary |
Thank you, you did well |
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Very well indeed |
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Now darling
What does that tell you about the Coming Times |
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Scribe |
The same no doubt |
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They would have you distinguish
Between the Christians and the Moslem |
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Reserve your beneficence for the
Christians and the Jews |
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And withhold it from the Moslem |
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Mary |
Yes dear, you have it exactly
right |
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Close your eyes |
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Close your eyes |
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After they kill me |
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Where do I go |
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Scribe |
Why you incarnate among the
Original Americans |
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And minister unto them |
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In a similar fashion as you did
to the Colonials |
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Mary |
And how am I treated there |
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Do not anticipate, do not expect,
simply observe |
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Scribe |
The genders are more segregated |
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And you are among the women |
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And the women openly turn to you
for comfort |
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And for the healing of the
children |
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And the men indulge them and you |
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Yes you have a role |
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You are among the women there |
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And the men allow you that role |
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They see that you comfort their
women |
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They see that you heal their
children |
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And they allow for you |
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You do not disturb them for you
live among the women |
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You live in the women’s world |
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You do not live in their world |
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And so do not disturb them at all |
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They are merely pleased
That you are a source of comfort for their women |
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Mary |
And the women
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How do they feel toward me |
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Scribe |
They feel sorry for you
Because you have no husband and no children |
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And because you are older |
