Poetry for the Deep Time of God
(with thanks to a friend who used this phrase in her sermon…)

The tidal pull-push
shaping land and sea;
The surety of gravity,
the mystery of horizon’s expanse;
The vigil watch over day, over night,
the great lights revealing both shape and shadow;
The words that matter, that stay
threaded through the heart;
The place-making work of
a welcome extended;
The love that will 
in murmuration^* rise
in the awe of harmony,
expanding as helix in motion,
as art with wings of yes, together;
as living verse proclaimed in beauty,
poetry
for the deep time of God.

Kimberly M. King

*the sky art that happens when birds (often starlings) fly en masse.  Each bird influences the flight pattern of the seven birds most near…never in a line, always in relationship.