Sacred Space


In dream I wear

A cloth of moss

My skin is luminous

Because I glow

From starlight

Bright within

Begins belonging longs

To breath at ease

Within these worlds of green

Of leaf and gold of midnight

Moon upon the sheen

In bloom along the sleeve

Of skin so thin and fine I’m in

Divinity defined in finite poise

No noise no movement can disturb

Each moment seeping seamless

Into nesting box of dreaming

What is next


©K Barr




Not wanting you

To hold me I can

Hold myself


Not tight inside

But loose enough

To let the love

Flow through my gaps

I do not lack

But live to make

Mistakes into a holy

Window let the soul

Peer here

Into eternity and live


©K Barr





Become undone

To find

The one

You may call God


Struck dumb

Be deaf

Be blind

Take all your limbs away

Your memories

Your hymns


Your dreams

Let go

And know

Of nothing

All the wisdom

You construe


Till you

Be naked and bereft

Are left

With IT


©K Barr







Touch me

Not as lover

But as one who loves

Touch me


Prove to me

That I belong

Am here

Can be held dear

Within my outline

You can trace

My face a mirror

Of your grace

Come haste

To show to me

Where I begin

You end

My emptiness

My friend

You lend

The message

Of the life within

I see through your eyes

Shy beginnings

Of my truth

In resonance with you


Touch me


©K Barr


Chant a Chance


Chant a chance for peace
For I will sing
This song of humming
Low and long into the night
Until the twilight
Breaks into the dawn
Of a new day
I will awake
To slay the dragons of the past
Behind me I will cast
A forward foot into a future
Kindly cooking promises
If only I
Can keep on singing
In this harmony
Of weaving peace into
A waking make a truce
With me and mine
The possibilities in this
The gracious beckoning of whole

© K Barr


Come Mother



A baby calls

Out of the

Night in need

The silence broken

Come Mother

Of the Magic words


Mother make

The undoing

Of the Hate

That holds in cuffs

The binding hands

From making the escape

From lands that resonate

With echoes

Of injustice

Roams the halls

And highways of its minds

Are hostage

To the creed

Of greed it serves

No need

But that of wanting more

It feeds

The beads of sweat

That pour

From frenzied heads

That bend in slavery

Dear Holy Mother

Of many names

And ways of liberation

For we dig

Inside to find

Your hidden charm

To Save us

This disgrace

That we have made

In our rendition

Of the life

That gave us power

To erase

Ourselves away.

©  K J Barr