Advent II, 2024

When I set out, I could not know
how long, how far, how many,
nor the sometime bitterness of the wind,
nor the soul-deep warmth of the faintest fire.
It is quite the adventure of unknowing, this
letting loose of any clarity beyond
my awe of magnitude and all that fills it.
How much I feel, how small beneath
the cascade of stars, how full.
Certainties are fewer, 
the steps more varied
in pace and stride.
The pauses softer with silence.

Kimberly M. King