.
We leave our warm houses
and walk the long path
to the meadow, where shadows
are caught in mid-freeze
.
and stillness becomes us,
a breath in the thickets
a widening of eyes
the gentle padding of time.
.
And from the trees
rays of sun
splay through dark branches
and land at our feet
.
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)