Neighbors

When the sun and all three moons

have set into the purple sea

it is the rarest dark of nights,

the time to climb the knoll

up to her telescope.

Aiming through the far-flung stars

she’s always drawn to one

on the edges of the galaxy –

a tiny, twinkling sun

much like her own.

Perhaps it also holds a brood

of planets in its warmth,

and maybe there

another set of eyes looks back

across the wild night.

Her mate always scoffs at this

as do the other watchers of the sky

who scold her,

Are we not

the only children

of the Great Divine?

She knows that God

is not so small

and shakes her head at arrogance

while polishing her lens,

knowing someday she will spot

that kindred planet in the heavens

and she will name it “Earth”.

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© 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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