Betty Deloris Arotin


The Alien

The way he walks is different

And little understood

For he chose the paths

Of Beauty, Truth, and Good

And he's a lonely man

For on this avenue

(A broad and lovely span)

The travelers are few.

Every now and then

He stops along the way

Pleads to come take my hand -

We'll go where the angels play

Their harps among the hills,

O'er meadows sweet with flowers -

We'll walk the peaceful valleys

And while away the hours.

Be borne upon the wind

To exotic far-off places

And marvel at the shine

Of wonder in our faces.

All secrets will be ours.

We'll solve all mysteries,

I offer you so much -

O, won't you come with me?

But no one stops to listen.

So much else fills their day.

Tears of sadness glisten

In his eyes, he turns away

To walk the road alone

For no one seems to care ... O, God!...

... Do not yet give me to Heaven.

First send someone to share

My journey on this road

Give me, O, Lord

An understanding friend

Then would Heaven be more sweet

At the journey's end.

All poems in this web-based eBook have been transcribed and edited from author's handwritten journals compiled between 1963 through 1969.