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…
• September Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
To Kathy on Her 80th
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.…
The Church Bells
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…
Quiet Voices
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…
• August Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
• July Hug • © 2023 Gail Barrie
