Labyrinth
To love Is to enter a holy labyrinth Without a map. There will be wrong turns, Retracing of endless winding steps, And dead ends. Why, then, enter and endeavor To plumb the maze? “If only I could find,” I thirst,…
Wishing you a bounty of hugs in this shiny New Year. KB & GB aka The Barrie Sisters
Cherish Your Joy. © 2023 Gail Barrie
All I Want for Christmas
With what amazing grace he did appear A spark, a gift, a seedling to behold. His future and his inner life unclear When he was just a precious hour old. His mirror neurons and his mother’s gaze so full Entangled…
• December Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
• November Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
1973 Poem to My Husband Jack
loving you is like having land- scapes—thousands of them—to live in and look at. i get oh end- less views of the same scene, and certainly endless scenes. i love you. i love you when your sky is clear, and…
• October Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
To Andy
Heaven was a midnight chat with Andy On the Grand Canyon rim. I can see you: The chasm is darker than the dome, Both mute, an unsung hymn. As I lie on a sandstone slab, the star-salted sky Outlines your…
Bad News And Broken Things
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…
