The Measure of Extraordinary
Must I settle for only sipping
at the depth of the poured coffee
quotidian adventure of life?
Must I die my last death before
walking the ribbon of wonder
you weave throughout my days?
What restraint must I show? What awe
not proclaim, what passion temper
for the nearness of you?
Or, may I say simply as I stir to blend
your revelations in my years,
and I marvel in no small measure,
and have to put down my pen,
because even that, even
that, feels entirely close,
“This life you have offered
What say you?
Move with me, let me
speak through you, let me listen
through you, labor through you…
and as you allow me in, I
will be the strength you need, I
will be your courage, I will
bear the grace with you and the hurt
with you–because what I offer and what I ask
will ache within you and
It will be glorious and beautiful and messy
and draw you close to the edge.
Go there, if you will…
That is extraordinary, my love…
and there is where we meet.
–Kimberly M. King, rscj—