When I am truly hot and in need of something to drink, I’m not thinking sparkling water, crushed ice, and a twist of lime, please. I’m thinking water, from a garden hose, in a glass, from the sink tap in the scoop of my hand (a most useful skill my mother taught us at a…
Baptism: A Poem
I heard a sermon yesterday about the baptism of Jesus and found myself steeping in the physicality of it as she spoke…Throughout the day, as I tended to the various and sundry, words kept surfacing and then dipping back down…only to take another breath some moments later…I let them swim until the end of the…
With Grace and Extraordinary Thanksgiving
Honestly, it feels a bit strange. Something of a wonder and definitely a gift. Nothing I imagined as a child and not really something I planned for in any specific sort of way: Today marks the launch of my 57th set of 365 opportunities. Birthday number 56. At first, I reflected on other sequential ages…12,…
Advent IV, 2025: A Poem
Advent IV, 2025 Watch with me, waitin the cold tolling stillnessfor the beckoning changeat the near edge of now,at the turning of the earth,when what has been, ohwith the stars in their arrangementspointing the way, becomes brilliant, becomesa blooming peal of deep joy,a radiance of awe, in excelsis, gloria! Kimberly M. King
Advent III, 2025: A Poem
Advent III, 2025 Especially now and particularly here,in these times of laden turnings and churningsof earth and thought and the ineffable Good, O Hearth, O Journey, O Laughter and Solemnity, let us hold joy in quiet glad-open handthat it might leap with a free heartinto the arms of awe and eyes of wonder. And may my…
Advent II, 2025: a poem
Advent II, 2025 Birth itself is a stripping away:the branches must let go and all waits in exposureand makes the offeringand bears the cold, though not alone, though not alone.There is the within that draws from the deeps where the Good abides to nourish and sustain;where the necessary is shared with those who needwhere heart knowing hums the memory of birdsong once embraced…
Advent I, 2025: a Poem
Advent I, 2025 Origin, shape, shadow,the overt, the unnamed,the just, the frightened.All that is, the real,the whole that is entirely blessed,the fullness that stumbles,the immediate to horizonminimus-maximus all of it all.Everything is saturatedwith love, oh open my senses,overwhelm me with this, please;Render me so transparent that I too feel the quickening, this time of birth. Kimberly…
Poetry for the Deep Time of God: a poem
Poetry for the Deep Time of God (with thanks to a friend who used this phrase in her sermon…) The tidal pull-pushshaping land and sea;The surety of gravity,the mystery of horizon’s expanse;The vigil watch over day, over night,the great lights revealing both shape and shadow;The words that matter, that staythreaded through the heart;The place-making work…
Murmurations and thoughts: from the Journal
8:21 AM Saturday, 15 November 2025 …Have seen murmurations this morning while driving thru the container pier–and also, once I got to Point Pleasant Park, there was a pair of loons having either a bath or breakfast–hard to tell from this distance. The murmurations were small but I can’t help thinking–isn’t that how they always…
From the Journal: Stories At the Market
At the Market, on this rainy autumn Saturday, wrapped in a shawl of warm sensory delight: The canopy of murmuration, the swirling soft-edged swell of voices, of vendors and wanderers engaged in exchanging a word before exchanging goods or services; the organic artistry of stacked colours, textures, and scents…a mosaic of inspiration and potential; the…
Consider the Lilies 