These days, it seems There is a growing chain Of bad news and broken things Weighing heavily on my heart The disintegrating stuff of life Falling to pieces at my feet Countless shards of existence No broom or dustpan can…

After Eve and Adam left their primal home, Eden fell asleep. And while it slept, it dreamt, And conjured up A future gardener. Such a one Could plant a unity, a blend of earth and heaven As existed long ago.…

I miss the bygone bells, The bronze deep-throated Sunday thrum That synced with the vibrations of my heart And called me out of time. O hark. The weekday Angelus, in sounding noontime pause, Pressed gently on the reset button Of…

Breathing into the stillness of morning I listen Lingering in the tranquil emptiness I wait Melting into the sensational everything I feel Whispers of Intimacy itself calling me by name I open In the presence of all beyond All I…

I’ve been gently gathering Bits and bobs of beauty Aspects of our being That have fallen away Storms have come and gone Wreckage turned to rapture By love’s abiding hands In tandem with the great ones   © 2023 Gail…

To know the spirit of Violet Is to appreciate how she shows up Here and there Seeded by magic Understated yet gutsy With a little something to say, or a lot Depending on your willngness to listen A fist-full for…

If true love had worn braces There’d be a lot more smiling faces. For every Barbie there’s a Ken, For perfect breasts there’s easy men. The overbite that marred my grin Was proof against a facile win. But I found…

In a soul winter’s night emerges desire (When bleakness is steeped in the dark) For the warmth of a heart to kindle a fire Of caring, if only a spark. Four prayers, four blessings I ask To brighten an inner…

Rumblings of something coming Stream through subtle senses Sly hints Warm flickers Understood without thought or word Hushed knowing Willingness to listen And be changed Deep breath And pause And trust Ever more.   © 2022 Gail Barrie

Dear Morning Glory, tell us a story Of the preciousness of being From seed to vine, to flower shine You open all to seeing How the vibrant wow, of this moment now Is so beautiful and freeing © 2022 Gail…