When I Meet up Homeward

When I Meet Up Homeward

(Or, Listening to a Choir Set Free)

When I meet up homeward

with the angels and all that came before,

there are gonna be some mighty, I mean

mighty, fine tambourines and a choir

that sings big about the joy I want to ride.

Sound that will roll through me

lift me, onto the shoulders of glory

calling me, accompanying me,

into the heart surrounding,

into the freedom,

into becoming part of the rising

notes, the rising sun, the rising

new way of being and breathing in

the wonder, the sounds of holy,

all is holy, and all is whole

and all is welcome

and waiting and yes.

When I meet up homeward

with Love.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

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