The other day I looked back at a poem I wrote a while ago and re-worked it a bit…. Wingspan Oh glory what can gather in the wingspan of my voice… the bite of a color, a wide-sky ache of longing, the song inside a stone. These wings, my voice- oh the pleasure when it…
Author: Kimberly M. King
I am a Religious of the Sacred Heart (RSCJ) living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. I am the director of Barat Spirituality Centre, www.baratspirituality.org, a writer, a juggler, a quick wit, a walker. I enjoy reading all sorts of fiction and non-fiction and regularly write both essays and poetry. Other interests and abilities include Spanish/English written translation and simultaneous interpretation, cooking, and time spent thinking and observing.
Evening Light at the Public Gardens, Halifax
Evening Light at the Public Gardens, Halifax I’d thought I’d had enough for my evening meal; Then this. This spectacle of indigo feasting that leaves me at the table, unable to move away. This hour in this place is such evidence of God’s delight…I’d call it magical, but I know better. It’s so much more…
Trinities
It is Trinity Sunday today…and it is beautiful here in this part of the Maritimes. Stunning, really…at least, insofar as I understand that. It is warm enough to not have a jacket on and cool enough to not get hot when you walk; the sky is nothing but a wide blue invitation; and the textures of nature…
The Thrilling Incompleteness of the Journey
I read a reflection by Saint Augustine this morning and he’s been on my mind ever since. While there are a multitude of worthy quotations and many writings about him—to say nothing of his own Confessions…I return time and again to the line I once heard in a class. It was one of those ringers: a line…
This Common Humanity
This absolutely fills me with joy. This has me thinking about the Spirit and its different images/manifestations. It’s like our best, deepest, greatest, inspired humanity…flowing in harmonic waves and making music. And it is happening Together. Not alone…it’s not about my humanity…but Together…and it is a witness to Our Humanity. It seems to me that we are organically wired to respond…
Ascension Thursday, 2018
High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of –Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there I’ve chased the shouting…
Earth Day Revelations
Beloved, see what love has been bestowed on us that we may be called the children of God. Yet, so we are. … Beloved, we are God’s children now; what we shall be has not yet been revealed. We do know that when it is revealed we shall be like God, for we shall see God face to…
A Snapshot in Haiku
Indigo Hour Indigo hour calls luminous and liminal; Day’s end, thoughts lengthen. Lavender-tulsi (Known too as ‘holy basil’) tea; my senses sigh. House-sounds infusing this contemplative here, now. Such grace is welcome. Kimberly M. King, RSCJ (Thank you to friend, Lisa T. for the phrase, ‘indigo hour.’)
Each Braided Bit a Story
Home Such roots as I have are woven into a nest borne with me from place to place. Delicate and fiercely capable, both; It can bear the wild whip-crack of rain until it passes and meanwhile remember the cool sun-filled winds that will come to dry and fresh bless this home that has grown with…
Through the Bend
From the notebook… 13 April, 2018 7:15 AM In the sunroom with hot coffee rightly proportioned and sourdough toast with ricotta and cinnamon—an altogether lovely breakfast. It is especially cozy to be in this particular room on a morning like today. It is pouring and it is blowing—though in such a way that the roof fans have not yet started…
Consider the Lilies 