Three Stones, God Alone

I have reminders in my pocket,

three stones worth of ballast

to draw me down.

Down to earth;

down to centre;

down to the love

that is Life in the whirlwind

whose noise and whip are to be context

for my blooming, confident and alone—

Save God, who is beneath and all around;

Save God, who is the gravity that steadies me;

Save God, who is in the hearts of those who hold and sustain me.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

(Poet Gwendolyn Brooks wrote in The Second Sermon on the Warpland, ’Conduct your blooming in the noise and the whip of the whirlwind.’)