Of late I have been going to a contemplative prayer on Wednesday evenings and finding it to be profoundly nourishing. Sometimes I come home and write out of the fullness I feel because it’s more than I can hold inside…I find that poetry is a good container for what spills over.

Too Deep

Too deep, sighs too deep
deep for words; Sighs
sighs too deep for words.
I rest in that deep with you,
with you, Spirit, praying
within the breath of that wind;
the wind that bears all
words and all the world,
groaning in the tumult;
I rest open, my
heart open, my own
spirit open to the deeper
strength, deeper knowing,
to the greater stillness
that is the whisper
within the sigh, the centre,
the origin, ache, and
beckoning of Love.

Kimberly M. King