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Oh love, can you see us all

pulsing in red,

eyes opened wide

to reason and truth?

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Oh love, can you see us all

reflecting orange,

imagining change

and eager to grow?

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Oh love, can you see us all

lit up in yellow,

resolving to purify

air, land, and sea?

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Oh love, can you see us all

shimmering in green,

rejecting the lies, and

defending the light?

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Oh love, can you see us all

bathed in blue

with visions of healing,

and freedom from fear?

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Oh love, can you see us all

radiating indigo,

hands joined together

in what we must do?

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Oh love – may you see us all

aglow in violet –

creating the crest

of a new Humanity.

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(c) 2001, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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In two weeks, we in the U.S. have an important election which could change the course of history.  Please vote – and let your voice be heard.

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Photo (C) Copyright Betty Albright 2018.

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Skipping Stones cover

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“Skipping Stones” is now available on Amazon.com,  (https://tinyurl.com/yccscdzk)  and Barnes & Noble!  

Many thanks to Thomas and Ethel Davis at Four Windows Press, and to Lauren Scott and Candice Daquin for their cover reviews. 

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Skipping Stones cover

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I’m very excited to announce that my poetry book, “Skipping Stones”, will be available on Amazon later this month!  It’s being published by “Four Windows Press”.

“Skipping Stones” has four sections, and it includes the Maeberrie fantasy, which some of you are familiar with. (My two characters now have names!)

The photo for the cover was taken by my son, Jason.

I’ll keep you posted when the book is released.

Thank you very much to my readers, and to Four Windows Press, for your support through the years. ❤

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Be there in our dreams, Love,

hold us in our waking,

be close when we dance with joy

and when our hearts are aching.

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Love, be in the gifts we give

and in those we receive,

be there when the white dove lights

and when he takes his leave.

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Be there when the tide comes in

and when it’s flowing out,

Love be near us in our faith

and nearer when we doubt.

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Be there when the moon is waxing,

stay close when it wanes,

Love, be in our song’s first measure

and its last refrain.

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(c) 2003, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Wishing everyone a peaceful, hopeful, light-filled, New Year!

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We leave our warm houses

and walk the long path

to the meadow, where shadows

are caught in mid-freeze

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and stillness becomes us,

a breath in the thickets

a widening of eyes

the gentle padding of time.

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And from the trees

rays of sun

splay through dark branches

and land at our feet

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as we raise up our arms

to welcome the moment

when light reacquaints us

with Light.

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(c) 2003, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-post, revised)

 

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It comes in darkness

like a gentle giant

no trumpets or glare

just strong arms

that lift you

above the sharp slopes

to the top

of the mountain

you’ve climbed for so long.

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You throw off your pack

and the valley widens

into a smile

and the sun spreads

like butter

on loaves of eternity

and you finally see

that it’s you, love –

you are the giant.

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© 2000, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(originally posted in 2012, now revised)

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Pause

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It all begins to crinkle,

the leaves, the sky

the boundaries of our vision.

Green ruffles turn to gold,

romaine edges of a dream

that curls and wrinkles

in the sun’s retreat.

Our shadows too turn ragged,

we feel them

stretch

and fold

their origami corners

that we too may slumber

in the pause

between now and again.

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(c) 2000, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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When the veil lifts

we see the bones

of the universe

and it doesn’t matter

the color of an eye,

an unread poem,

a broken thread,

the forgotten name.

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And everything matters –

the curve of a smile,

a loaf of bread shared,

the feather of a crow,

each dandelion spared.

What matters is the fingerprint

we leave on the flame

before we’re dowsed with slumber

and it all begins again.

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(c) 2004, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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A tree knows.

It knows the animal of time

that climbs up its trunk,

wrinkling hours into bark.

It knows that rain

falls between suns

and that baby birds

fly their nests

and return full of eggs.

A tree knows

that endings

swallow their own tails

to become tight brown nuggets

falling in circles,

flavoring earth with the future.

A tree knows.

And what it knows best

is to give.

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(c) 2003, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised)

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Recipes for poetry:

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Stir words with both hands,

mix into synaptic colors,

paint them on walls

again and again

until the room

screams in ecstasy.

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Cook words in test tubes

over the burner

that is your heart,

then spread on toast

like marmalade

and feed the hungry.

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Wrestle with words,

squeeze them,

break them into pieces,

pin them to the floor

of your solar plexus

and in the end

always let them win.

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 (c)  2004, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

 

(Formerly titled “Mentor”)

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