Advent III, 2021

Amidst the muffling thousand sighs 
of a sharp uncertain world
comes the strike against the stone:
one flame
filling the breath wide span
between hope and tomorrow’s rising.

In that fleeting, thin, certainty of light,
worlds are remembered and visions appear.
Longings stir into dances with starlight and
all is abiding, the knowing and wonder,
and all is breathing in the day’s husk and shadow, 
and all is watching while dreaming awake.

Kimberly M. King