Incantation
Winging whitely it came, That moon— Where wheatfields below paid homage. A consecrating host was That moon— Mingling grains of wheat into one specter Of light-bathed. Magnetically, That moon Clustered clouds around itself Illmuninating them In lightning lines of silver…
© 2020 Gail Barrie
Breathing Inside My Shell
So many tutorials from Mother Nature, so little time… One of my lessons began with curiosity: how, I wondered, does an embryonic chick sealed in its protective shell get oxygen? Contained in the shell is everything the chick needs to…
Becoming More
Enliven my grace, as I rise to the choice and challenge of becoming more. May I free myself to give and receive in greater measure. . . to cultivate goodness, mine, yours and ours. . . to search and discover.…
Ode to Marilyn’s Garden
Behold this fine place Fair sanctuary Seeded by grace Regarded with glee Every frond, every petal Revealing new life Each blossom, each nettle A healing of strife Everywhere the eyes gaze Waits a lively allure Bound to melt and amaze…
On Missing People
this is to miss: wistful for all you should have said before parting. or liked to have done? yes, that too, before you parted. if you didn’t recall at all you wouldn’t miss at all. memories? yes, that too, once…
Lift Me
Dearest Beauty . . . Thank you for meeting me in this moment and lifting my heavy heart, melting away the bars on the prison of my suffering. Thank you for reminding me to be in this moment, to breathe…
An Evening of Group Spelunking
Cannons of silence Boomed I stood trapped Flanked by the sunset And the palest moon “Enter in,” ordered they I did, netting visions Of cavecrawling And discovery (Remember my head sandwiched Between pebbles and limestone?) Caverns of silence Remain Without…
Daring Dreams
New life has a way of emerging Through the cracks of broken hearts Rooted in chance Reaching for brigther horizons. May we let our hearts break, free. May we let seeds of daring dreams Take hold in the unlikely. …
Sing Praises
In the quiet of solitude, I sing praises to all living things. Birdsongs in the air, a creative mind, a tender heart, the gift of friendship, the miracle of my body. Each day is a gift to behold, filled with…
