(re-post)
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When we raised our heads
the sky broke through
and we saw God.
We stood on stilts
and remembered our names.
But then we saw gashes
in the garden below
and heel marks
from heavy boots.
We saw wolves and coyote
pacing around us,
watching our eyes.
And we threw off our stilts
and danced around fire
till Gaia was smooth and warm –
and in the circle of creatures
we remembered their names.
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(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Oh how wonderful it would be if the human race did indeed reconnect with Mother Earth.
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Lovely poem Betty and we are in nature, all the time. x
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Amazing betty really beautiful poem and so deeply relevant. xx
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A beautiful gown you have sewn, Betty, with love on its sleeve. (But of course).
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What a wonderful, mystical poem, Betty! Let us dance to the winds of the world where the wolves and coyotes are so that we feel the breath of God breathing mystery into the spirits that we are. I love this.
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Wonderful poem, Betty, and worthy of indefinite re-posts…
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Oh I love these 3 lines, Betty:
And we threw off our stilts
and danced around fire
till Gaia was smooth and warm
Great poetry, I love the mysticism. 🙂
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“Epoch” about sums it up. You give new meaning to succinct. Great write…
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