HIGH MEADOW RETREAT

Wrote some poetry this past weekend while on retreat in Vermont. But first, someone shared a definition of poetry. "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recalled in tranquility." May I share mine with you?

A CIRCLE RESTING

white night snow light
stealing closer   dark night

guitars strumming, drums thrumming
      floating flute sounds
                         fleeting by

star night white light
        faces fused with magic light

voices drifting
       mellowed praying     
            joy full singing
through the night

Copyright, Karima Barbara Gari, 1999



REFLECTIONS

the gentlest journeys
I take
are to the House of My Beloved

in quiet solitude
I feel His loving arms
surround me

I breathe into Him
and with each breath I take
He fills me

Oh my Beloved
I love you

Copyright, Karima Barbara Gari, 1999

MY LORD

in her final
acceptance of silence
He calls her name
she hears
and is filled
Copyright, Karima Barbara Gari, 1999

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