Now that we have been given fresh smelling empty time, and hearts broken open, weary of the battering too egregious to voice or name... Now that we have been given raw emotions quarantined in safety but unprotected from feelings all new in a life we had thought well lived. Vulnerable: that unpoetic word. Head sounding heart feeling… no escaping it anymore. And now seeing with new eyes gratefully received. Kindness, beauty, love blooming in the ashes of the fires of passion all around. And now, surprised. Surprised to find the answers right here, right now, right in my own heart In silence. That too a surprise. And now, just looking for companions on the way. June, 2020 Reading the tea-leaves of Protest Barbara Wood Gray is a practicing Presby-copalian and has found her liturgical home in poetry. Barbara lives in a Senior Living Community in Louisville, Colorado. Her delight is in her extended family, her amazing friends, and her feeding and … [Read more...]