I count on the closeness of Saints.
Those that I know have touched down,
have pounded upon this earth, kneading
it, thumping it, tripping, falling, dancing;
each step, however managed, taking them
onward in this adventure. They have lived
and shown others the edges of their full humanity;
lived as who they are because anything less
would not cling rightly to their contours of being.
They know that when this strength and vulnerability,
this passionate and cantankerous humanity, comes together,
Things happen, Things that change lives,
that not only speak of God, but unabashedly proclaim God.
They are people who sometimes frustrate, sometimes challenge
sometimes console and frequently confuse.
These saints, in all of their humanity,
radiate a love of God that cannot be held in check,
cannot be suppressed, denied, or left aside for later.
And when they let go into mystery,
into the unknown extraordinary of what awaits,
their footsteps and
the fierce love that was their shadow…
This is what remains.
Kimberly M. King