. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Preachers Story

Monday, December 19, 2022

The Preachers Story

  

(A lone voice whispers) 


 

Teacher
 


Can you help me

For there's still a magical circle 

I wish to find 
 


Said the lonely old Preacher 

to his mentor 

Old Father Time 
 


As they both stood looking 

at history's many 

intersecting blue lines 
 


Teacher 


It's a place where my true love 

resides 



In a my own time loop called 

Once in a Lifetime 
 


I once read about this 

magic circle 

a thousand years ago 
 



Before I was recalled 

when you rang my Golden Bell 

and it chimed 
 


And I dearly wish to find it 

through all the mazes 

of all my old lifes puzzles 

and paradigms 



And I now know 

after opening so many old books 
 


The ultimate secret I've found is 
 


You have to truly encourage 

your heart and soul 



To embrace its magnetic flow 
 


And some say 

You have to be willing to sacrifice 

everything you once chased 



Materialism

Wealth 


And some say all who you once 

used to follow and the Great Hunt 



You used to race in and 

give up all control 

 

 
 

Sometimes O' Father Time 

as the seconds no longer roll 

 
 

When I look back 

over thousands of years 

at my chance of 

Once in a Lifetime 
 


I can still remember 

I came so close 

to the greatest of finds 

 
 

And that in itself is my penance 

and one of my many 

mortal crimes 

 
 

For I too once knew a 

wonderful soul 
 


My own version 

of the 

Beautiful Red Rose of Jericho 
 


She was so beautiful

Graceful 

and as gentle as 

falling snow 

 
 

But like all things 

that came to pass 
 


I lost my way 

in the grip of the seductive 

shadowy abyss 
 


And never got to feel 

her sweet gentle touch 

or soft velvety kiss 
 


But now I'm a part of you, 

O Father Time 
 


And as I look back 

taking up your 

so very long reach 

 
 

Using your 

supernatural telescopes 

 
 

To look at old hopes 

and dearly once-loved folks 
 


I can still see her waiting, 

sitting there patiently reading 

 
 

Fluctuating heartbroken 

throughout your many 

blue distinct intersecting 

time frequencies 



Streams 
 


Thinking about the one, 

she always dreamed about 

and so wanted to love and teach 
 


But who was suddenly 

snatched by death 

beyond her reach 
 


The book she's always holding 

and reading 
 


When I zoom in 
 


Is a collection of her own poetic 

sad words linked 

together tragically 
 


To broken stories of her life 

of waiting 



Lost

Standing alone 



On the outer edges 

of a now-grey world 

 
 

Now all that once 

cherished color and light 



Smiles and laughter 

have flown away like a 

Starling and now live in here 



The Great Hereafter 
 


I always see her regaling 

her only thought 

 
 

That I would arrive like a hero 

 
 

Riding into her life 

from the Ether of time 
 


And fill her life with magical 

moments 

of such soul-changing happiness 

and glory 



That so many people 

would be so surprised 

and beguiled at our new story 
 


But as I still sadly see her 

from in here 



Hiding and crying at midnight 

Using your Scrying Mirrors 
 


In this Dark Tower 

which connects all things 

and places 
 



Lost in one of history's 

many bands of low resistance 



To a familiar place 

flooded with no new 

and old sinners 

 
 

Where I can only pray 

to sit with her 



For it's the only place 

one day I plead I might reach 

 

 
 

When I have paid my dues to you

To then go back through time 

 
 

To then appear out of the 

fluctuating blue Ether 

 
 
 

To wipe away all her soft wet tears 
Maybe then 



In that spiritual moment 

We can both be happy to clasp our 


**Once in a Lifetime** 


 

To then walk upon 

the soft yellow sands 



And smell the life-changing winds 

Blowing across that 

circle's secret beaches 

 
 

And then in the realization 

of that long-lost dream 
 


We may both just smile 
 


As we finally fade into 

just being another part 

of your secret anthologies 

of love stories 

 
 

Is it true

Teacher 



That to find inner peace 
Love and divine glory 



To know what that real devotion 

can bring and what it looks like 
 



Do you have to know 

what to give 



And how to fight to reach it 
 


And is that one 

of the many secrets 



To what a true love story is

 
 

(C)

Copyright 
John Duffy 

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