Infinite, Always

Infinite, Always In the gardens, you;You in the deeps, the blues,the settling of quiet, you,in the bloom of a sigh of the selfthat knows of coming home; youimage and likeness and love;you of wing and footfall,all seasons, each beauty,Infinite, always, and everywhere,no where apart from you. Kimberly M. King

A Prayer from Today

Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King

There is…and there aren’t always

Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…

Mirror

I can’t say that I feel it all all of the time, for sure… but at my core, this is pretty much it. Wrote it to remind myself. Mirror Without my glasses onthe world’s a bit Monetyet I know what I seewhen I’m looking at me:the grace and challenge that is humanity.I see gift and…

How to Believe that Wonder Remains

How to Believe that Wonder Remains How to believethat wonder remains:Gently and with reverenceremove the lid and beholdthe exquisitely packaged perfection mathematical,the juice-rubied geode,that is a pomegranate in December. Kimberly M. King

Christmas, 2022

The Soul Felt its Worth I wrote this poem last year but it felt right to share it again. The world continues on its path of ‘sin and error pining’ as well as sometimes feeling just one nudge away from―well, I’m not exactly sure what. It changes with the progression of days and the cumulative…

Poet in the Kitchen

I wrote this line today… I knew when I wrote it that more would follow. In its way, soup is poetry in a bowl…any recipe, really, is not unlike a poem. One of the decisions in a poem is about line breaks…knowing where the units of thought, sound, image, begin and end. Recipes too have…

Homily 2nd Sunday of Advent, 2022

2nd Sunday of Advent Is. 11:1-10Rom 15:4-9Mt 3:1-12 AUGH…the readings…the poetry…the lush imagery and language… Can you hear my heart both race and sigh?? In a way it reminds me of a multi-media art event I went to a week or two ago—there was art, spoken word, and cello/piano/organ music…all happening at once— So many…