Heart over Time

By Marie Barrett

Heart over Time encapsulates the sense of intrigue, of appointed times and of personal election that permeates the writer's work throughout. Marie Barrett's poetry and prose has a 'Jacob's ladder' type feel to it, the journey of life winding and rewinding itself with new revelations revealed in old themes. From her first book, The Witnesses, which was written under instructions from the words in a dream: ‘Write about your experiences in London and call the book The Witnesses.’ a follow-up to Over the Boundaries, in which a wide spectrum of emotions are confronted. In Heart over Time, eschatological concerns are particularly to the fore, stemming most poignantly from the recent death of her husband. The internal rhythms of the speech of her soul find a companion in nature and in the silent workings of the seasons and the universe and have a hypnotising effect that draws the reader in its wake to a state of shared metaphysical being.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jan 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781528997355

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Heart over Time

Marie Barrett

Austin Macauley Publishers

Heart over Time

About the Author

Dedication

Copyright Information ©

Introduction

You Followed Me In

All My Songs are Yours

Solstitial Leanings

War Horse

Lest There Be Not Enough

Awareness

Parousia

Ashamed

Earth Call

Fanny

Nobody Listens Anymore

Incredible Journey

Ministering

New Mint

Pieta (Miracle)

Bungee Jump

Courtly Love

In Alignment

Maytime

Neophyte at Philly

Shelter

Vindication

New Covenant Love

The Storyteller

Obsequies

The Banquet

Feed the Children

The Wise Farmer

The Weavers

Scott’s Prayer

Love’s Testament

The Dealers

The Dinner Party

The Darts Tournament

Kiss the Son, Lest He Be Angry

Candid Moments

Headless Childminder

Recollections

Rebirth

I Saw Truth Yesterday

Otherworldliness

Tapestry

The Witnesses (Extract)

Women of Vision

Resonances

Solidarity

About the Author

Marie Barrett (nee Moloney) was born in Ballyhahill, County Limerick, 20kms from where she now resides, in Granagh. Her secondary schooling was with the Sisters of Mercy in Mount Trenchard, an all-girl boarding school near Foynes.

She studied French and English Literature in University College Cork from 1969 to 1972 and graduated with a BA degree. She spent five months with a family in north-east of Paris which helped with her fluency in French.

She also taught herself to read and write Spanish in her early years of her marriage to Maurice, a physicist she had briefly met at college. Together, they raised and home-schooled their three daughters, Ailbhe, Ester and Louise, eventually opening up a tuition centre that catered for second and third level students.

Dedication

For Bill, my dad.

Copyright Information ©

Marie Barrett 2022

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Introduction

The child sat on the stairs, her back to the wall, facing the banisters. Scissors in hand, she cut from her copybook pages and proceeded to fold them over and make them into a small book. Then she secured it by drawing thread through the holes she had made at the folded centre. She wanted to write a book because books were her favourite things next to the animals she spent time with in the farmyard. She wondered why Pinocchio kept telling lies, only to see his nose grow longer every time he did so. She had grown tired of playing with her clay-faced doll and pram, finding no real connection to them, and mostly dragging them around after her, up and down the stairs, and out into the sunshine. She hadn’t felt any affection for the life-sized face that shone with