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You are the beloved.

Light pumps through your veins,

breathes around your bones

in great gulps

of daring.

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You are the sacred numen,

the burning bush,

the insatiable flame

forever consummated,

but never consumed.

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(c) 2012, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Beyond the unforgiving core

of gravity

she births herself

through molten rock

and hard-pan crust

into the space that soars

above the rant of tempests,

of burning bushes,

sun, moon,

the spin of stars

and far beyond

the fabled edges

of the universe

no longer up or down

but circling straight

into the riddle

of her Self.

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© 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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A re-post from 2013.

This was rewritten from an old poem, published

in my 1976 chapbook “Living Color”.

 

 

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When our wings are clipped

we find God-fire on the ground –

fan the burning bush.

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(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a Mayberrie poem)

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And so, did you save

the key, m’lord?

Did you secret it away

to some safe isle?

I see you still

leaning at the threshhold,

your face to be read

and kissed a million times

like a beloved poem.

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The chambermaid swears

the room never cooled.

She says the walls spark and flare

like the burning bush.

And at night

I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —

under what mat

did you stow the key?

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(c)  1995, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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