Why there is a stone in my pocket
The weighty round reminder of gravity’s constancy, centering me down, placing me,
in time and geography
is rather oddly a tethering that frees me.
I am, it says.
And you are
and so too are We.
So go. Do.
Make your discoveries
in this world.
I will bring you home
to tell your tales of awe and curiosity.
And the stars and stones will listen,
and the wind will bear them,
and tides receive them
in a wild and passionate grace
that befits this tumble of heart and mind and being.
Kimberly M. King, RSCJ
Consider the Lilies 