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  RICHARD BETTS (December 8,1964)
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You lecture about light
And love and Gods and sun.

You speak of saints and haloes
And brilliantly colored rainbows.

You sit there pious and protected,
The world's ills pass undetected.

You speak of calm and clarity,
Yet you remain your favorite charity.

You ensure your interests are represented,
And you care not for the discontented.

Turbulent winds swirl around you,
Yet you stay oblivious to the rage that surrounds you.

You sit in the center of the storm,
Where you remain well fed and warm.

You engorge yourself on grapes and cheese,
While others pick at the pieces of their shredded dreams.
Richard Betts




In the fields where you used to roam,
You lay tangled up in his chains.
And now when he leads you home,
Your spirit is choked by his reins.

We stood silent as you were led,
To the loneliness of your stable.
The stories and lies you were fed,
Hid the truth behind the fable.

Do you pretend or pray,
Or imagine you're back in the fields?
In your dreams, are you free to stray,
Or do you find that you still yield?

Can you feel the wind caress your face,
And whip through your mane as you run?
Is it raining in your sleeping place,
Or can you still feel the warmth of the sun?

Once you owned a purposeful stride,
But - broken - you pulled up lame.
It's hard to rise upon shattered pride,
And he trained you to be timid and tame.

Is it guilt that weakly guides you,
And forces your head down in shame?
Is it fear that roughly rides you,
And allows him to slip on those reins?

In the places where you once roamed free,
There you will find the liberty you currently lack.
In the face of all that has come to be,
In the fields no one waits for you to come back.
Richard Betts




If you have money,
Spend it.

If you share love,
Defend it.

If your friendship is failing,
Mend it.

If you keep a kind word,
Send it.

If you hold a grudge,
End it.

If you have a helping hand,
Lend it.

If there is one thing I have learned,
It is that life is fleeting.

You never know when you and God
Will have an untimely meeting.
Richard Betts




Years ago, when I was young,
I often dreamed I possessed the power to fly.
At night, I would shed the weight of my fears
And slip into the wonderful sky.

As I grew older, I discovered my ability to dream
Had been secretly stolen or snipped.
Like a bird denied his right to soar,
Time had found me and my wings were clipped.

Life succeeded in sneaking up on me,
And, over time, my heart succumbed to the pounding.
The lightness of the sky withdrew from me
And the evenings became heavy and grounded.

Still, I smile when I recall my dreams
And marvel at the magic of my childhood nights.
For now my sleep is grueling,
And my soul is too heavy to take flight.

I remember when I used to fly and soar,
My greatest fear was that I might fall.
Today, I have no such trepidation,
Because now I never dream at all.
Richard Betts
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