(from 1995)
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We are white-water
exploding
through canyons
uprooting old moss
as we break
toward the cliff.
We’ll have no
fear of falling
when we reach
the edge
and God will paint bows
in our mist.
.
(c) 2013, 1995 Betty Hayes Albright
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Just love the positive tone and strength reflected in the poem.
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Thank you, Charlie!
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” no
fear of falling”
What blessed moments!
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Too bad they’re so rare! 🙂
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I like that very much, to splash into rainbows…
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Thank you, Eric!
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Oh my goodness–this carries me away, Betty! Wonderful!
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Thank you, Caddo! 🙂
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“And God will paint bows in our spray” You weave such beauty in your words, Betty!
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Thanks for the compliment, Lauren. 🙂
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Marvelous Betty!
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Thanks very much, Don!
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Thank you for your poetic talent. You’re the poetess with the mostest…
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Oh, thank YOU, Lindy! (I’m not so sure about the “mostest” part though. 🙂 )
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This was well-worth the re-posting – it’s beautifully crafted.
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John, thank you so much!
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I love Betty’s words! Thank you for this John.
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Wow! Your poetry is amazing!
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