How hard it is to see
the highest mountain for the trees
until we hear the ancient knock
of thunder sky and molten rock.
We tear away the mossy veil
that had long concealed the trail
just to find the climb is steepest
where the waterfall is deepest
and it seems we’re almost there
when we breathe the rarest air
beyond the earth, into the sun
where we learn we’ve just begun.
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(c) 1994, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(another oldie)
Seasonings 
Conveys to me the challenges life presents…just as soon as you think things are fine…your realize the journey has really just begun.
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Truly inspired, Betty. Thank you.
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Your oldies are always worthy of another airing Betty and this one is no exception! Its beautiful, and I love the lines ‘just to find the the climb is steepest/where the waterfall is deepest. Beautiful! Sending hugs and sunshine xx
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Lovely, Betty.
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Climbing to beauty we inevitably find a waterfall, especially if the climb is at the steepest place. Wonderful work, Betty, as usual, old or new poetry.
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Thank you so much, Thomas.
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