In her long climb
she stumbles on memories,
sends them clattering
to the ravine.
She slips on illusions
melting and dripping
like tiny prisms
in need of a light.
But on the sixth day
her true match is struck
and she finally sees:
nothing in heaven is moot.
.
(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Great poem and wonderful last line!
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Thank you, Steven!
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Puts me in mind of Eliot’s Little Gidding: “We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”
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Ben, I’m familiar with that last line in Eliot’s poem, but don’t think I’ve read the whole thing before. Will have to look it up, thank you!
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Excellent Betty, poignant, clever 🙂
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Thank you, Norma 🙂
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Now this is great, pithy! And yes, what a fabulous last line.
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Thank you, David!
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WOW. Betty, this one just knocked me over, and out, seriously. You know I’m a fan, that I’ve liked nearly everything you write–but this one packed a powerful punch. Every line is chock-full of great imagery that puts you “right there”, and I agree that the last line is truly spectacular. Well done, my poet sister of the sea!
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Thanks, Caddo – I’m happy you liked it so much!
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Wonderful poem for the week of Ascencion Sunday! We all must climb upwards if we are ever to see beyond the clouds!
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Thank you, Granbee. (I wasn’t aware this was “Ascension Sunday” coming up, so just a coincidence.)
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Love the metaphors used in this beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Charlie!
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Wow, that was beautiful. I loved these lines especially “She slips on illusions
melting and dripping like tiny prisms in need of a light.” What amazing words and image! Love to you, Linda
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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Nothing in heaven is moot on the sixth day, waiting for the seventh. This even though
she stumbles on memories
She slips on illusions
that melt and drip like tiny prisms
in need of a light…
And then on the seventh day…
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Yes, on the seventh day – another octave of spiritual evolution and discovery begins…. 🙂 Thanks, Thomas – for seeing beyond!
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This is a prayer-poem for me. Quite splendidly so!
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Diane, thank you once again – your comments are always greatly appreciated!
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Wonderful words and imagery, Betty; awesome metaphors! xx
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Lauren, thank you – I’m glad you liked!
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