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A poet’s blood

flows to the brain

and out again

with just one change –

the cells are richer,

colored by

a metaphor,

a mystic eye

that sees it all

from higher land

then bleeds on those

who understand.

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(c) 1992, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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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.

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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.

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© 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.)

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In his mind, a prism –

another in his heart.

Fans of colors

feather-spread,

one light, two wings

in flight.

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(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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What sin, my love,

what wrong have we?

That we closed not our ears

to soul’s high-calling song?

That we turned not away

from the striking

of rare match?

To bury down

such tender fire

would be the foul –

what else could we

but dare to gaze

God’s flame straight on,

to meet His eye,

to light our own?

I give to thee

heart’s chastity –

to love! to love!

No sin this be.

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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright

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