On The Cusp
You make me strong-
strong to sing down my fear
with the rise, the uplift, the
choir robed Gospel embrace
of voices in praise and strong
with pencil and line and just enough groove
to write my psalm of
the world is crazy on the cusp,
and a roiling mess
of ego and power and potential.
Bombs
are potential.
Grace
is potential.
Solidarity
is potential.
Fear
is potential.
The breathing
is getting anxious-
choosing time
has come.
That power
is ours.
Given
by you.
What, world,
crazy on the cusp,
will it be?
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ
Consider the Lilies 