Advent I, 2025

Origin, shape, shadow,
the overt, the unnamed,
the just, the frightened.
All that is, the real,
the whole that is entirely blessed,
the fullness that stumbles,
the immediate to horizon
minimus-maximus all of it all.
Everything is saturated
with love, oh open my senses,
overwhelm me with this, please;
Render me so transparent that I too 
feel the quickening, this time of birth.

Kimberly M. King