Spirit comes, a gentle giant –
no trumpets or glare,
no explosions of air,
just strong hands that lift us
above the sharp slopes,
just warm arms that cradle us
up to the top
of the mythical mountain
we’ve climbed for so long.
.
We throw off our packs
and become light
as horizons beyond us
widen like a smile
on fertile plains.
They spread like butter
on slices of eternity
whispering, whispering:
We are the giant
Within.
.
© 2000, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(This was first posted in Aug. 2011, but has been revised and retitled. Seems I can never get a poem to just sit still.)
Seasonings 
Nice images, Betty!
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Thanks, Caddo – believe it or not I’m STILL revising it – having trouble getting it to say what I want it to. Augh!! (Need more chocolate…. 🙂 )
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I think you’re more dedicated than I would be–I tend to just want to move on to the next poem! Hey, it was wonderful to visit with you this evening–just what I needed, a “Betty fix”! Love to you, my SOS! Caddo SOS
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Beautiful Betty, as always 🙂
“Spread like butter on slices of eternity”, that’s fabulous!
Much love
Christine xx
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Thank you, Christine! Hope you’re having a good week. 🙂
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Beautiful, Betty! Not only the words and images, but the thoughts.
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Thank you, Mary – it’s always great to have your feedback!
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A wonderful image within these lines.
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Thanks, Charlie! 🙂
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Perfect, perfect no more revising necessary
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Willow, I think this one will never feel perfect to me, but I’m finally “done” with it. For now, at least. 🙂 Thank you!
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Sometimes we cannot see what others see what we write.
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Willow, you’re so right about that. Each sees what one needs to see.
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aye they do
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Beautiful, Betty! You have such an artful way with words!
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Thanks, Fergie!
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Did you say you wanted more chocolate? 🙂
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Always! 🙂
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I shall have to send you some, Betty x
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Another great piece. It reminded be of an important dream I had decades ago, that I had quite forgotten. So, a double thanks for this, 🙂
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You’re welcome, you’re welcome! Glad it could invoke an old dream. 🙂
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You define recognition of soul in your poem, “Within”…
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You’re always so insightful, Lindy Lee.
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Beautifully expressed, Betty, and such a distinct and powerful last line!
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