Change

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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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Photo (C) Copyright Betty Albright 2018.

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Drums

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Deep in the folds

of the flannel of night

we hear the drums call –

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     ba ba boom.

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Our eyes open wide

as we chew through the shackles

and dance ourselves free –

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      ba ba boom.

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Up the spiral we climb,

our candles held high

to shatter the gloom –

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     ba ba boom.

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At the top we leap clear

of gravity’s hold

on the weight of our words –

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     ba ba boom.

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We land on the sun

where we tear off our masks

and meet our true Selves –

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      Ba Ba Boom, Ba Ba Boom!

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(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised…. written in 1993)

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Saline

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Late at night

after she washes her face

and slips from her dress

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she becomes a teardrop

quaking with grief

on the tip of God’s tongue,

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but there —

see how the light

shines through.

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©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Pearls

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He shells

those cornered dreams

that rub us raw

secreting love

around torn edges

polishing

with his own tears

pearls of poetry.

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(c) 1995,  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Re-posted from 2012)

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Short Ode to March

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Primroses!

how winter thins

as shadows quicken

in sunlit trees

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as dew swells

the un-sheared lawn

with promises, promises

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and dreams are joined

at the wing.

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© 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Be There

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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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Rain (two Shadorma’s)

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There are times

love is a fine rain

misting down

all for naught

evaporating before

it can hit the ground

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but sometimes

love peels back the rain

exposing sun

sending heat

palpitations to the earth

handing us a rose.

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(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Shadorma November

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