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Closer

(An old one from 1976…)

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I searched for truth

in stained-glass cubbyholes

but couldn’t find its face.

I sought it out

in books — alas,

the printed word

was blurred.

I went to class

and hoped to find it there,

but every esoteric lecture

left me still half bare.

I closed my eyes

and chanted “Om”

and reached out with my heart

but in return

I only heard a chuckle.

Now I step

into my soul

and boldly knock

on wisdom’s door.

The sky grows bright,

the air turns rare

and there’s God’s footprint

on the floor.

I follow.

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©  1976, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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(revised, and title changed from “Still” to “Heed”)

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“Where has gone the light?”

Gaia's Kiss

Gaia’s Kiss by charissa1066 via Flickr

they implored the emptiness.

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“It’s not the candle,

but the flame

that matters,”

came the swift reply

in answer to their woe.

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“Change must be the vessel

that carries Gaia

through the storm.

It was your dragging apathy

that drove her off

into the mist

where only those

with unveiled eyes

can still make out her form –

where only those

with opened ears

can still discern her voice.

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“I am still here,

that humankind 

will learn to breathe

new life into the dust,

that earth shall rise

in startling vitality.

I am still here, beloved ones!

I am here, still

but now it’s up to you.”

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© 2000, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Like Truth

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Like truth

you do not sink

into perspective,

rather do you rise.

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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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We hear only Cinderella’s side.

Perhaps she was

a prima donna,

spoiled and obnoxious

who didn’t deserve

an invitation

to the ball.

And maybe her step-sisters

were bashful and  misquoted.

Her step-mother,

ever-suffering and sensitive,

was at her wit’s end –

she only wanted a fair shake

for her girls.

Such tragic comedy

the glass slipper fit,

poor prince!

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(c) 1988, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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She goes not lightly

to that place,

a candle (eine Kerze)

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not without a candle

does she climb

to where he waits

in an ancient cave.

He wears no mask,

just polished sight

as he tools his words

on skins of truth

then tender-lights

her candle

in his fire.

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(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Eternity

came mocking Time, one day

with her ageless face

and the sun in her eyes.

She laughed at the way

I danced to the ticking

of a mere clock,

and she said in a voice

that rang out like moon-chimes:

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Come let me show you

the land of Right Now,

a place that is free

from the chains of your time.

It’s a world where light

shines out of Truth’s eye

and the smile on my face

will fill you with peace.

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I started to follow

but just then a whistle

made me turn back –

it was noon in the valley

and I would be late!

Turning to look

at her beauty once more

I found she had vanished

into Everywhere.

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(c) 1965 , 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

(Prose version written in 1965… revised into poem 1969)

Original pencil drawing (c) 1995, 2014

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