Barred Spiral Galaxy NGC-1073, taken by NASA Hubble Space Telescope Advent III 2016 I dreamed of touching darkness with the fire of Word. Cradling fear in my hands— each finger a ripple of light woven into an embrace, a space, where silence is balm, where hope can breathe, where wounds are tended; Where joy flares…
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.
Advent II 2016
Advent II, 2016 (for JTB and other unkempt prophets) A match is enough to distinguish nighttime from hopelessness; so I listen for the strike against stone, the orienting words of the seemingly unkempt prophet, when the woods close round and the sun is eclipsed by purveyors of maps going nowhere. Let there be light. Let…
Advent I 2016
Advent 1 2016 Now that the world has broken open and sparks can reach the bedrock, now Love arcs across the Earth; The fire of hope, caught up in galaxies and mystery, is loosed, is born; the fire of hope has come. What hearth do I give, what tinder do I offer, that this fire…
Nothing Less is Asked
Oh Glory, has it ever been a Week. A week in which one of my more popular turns of phrase was simply, “SERIOUSLY??” and in which the answer was a bleak and blanching “Yes.” And then I read Toni Morrison: ~This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for…
All Saints
“All Saints” by Wassily Kandinsky The Feast of All Saints is one of my favorites. Each year I welcome the reminder that there are those who already know the way Home and who surround us, who accompany us, as we make our way. These last days we have had several conversations in community about Saints,…
La Mirada… The Gaze…
La mirada de compasión… La mirada de sabiduría humilde… La mirada de haber tocado los y las intocables… La mirada de entender… La mirada de “Ven…descansa…” La mirada de trabajo duro… La mirada de “hasta el fin…” La mirada de amor en toda su plenitud … The gaze of compassion… The gaze of humble wisdom……
Covenant
Covenant Mine are the originals, the poets, the wanderers, those who don’t fit in. Terrifically flawed and full of glory, I made you Human. Those who walk, exposed to the journey, heart open and loose in the joints: yours is a fullness of living. Do not be afraid. I made you—you are mine. With every…
Assisi
13 October, 2016 11:50 AM Basilica de San Francisco de Asís I would love the chance to be alone here. The ceiling and the walls are astounding. It is like being inside his story. All of the shapes, the art, the life! in story… Like a gold-edged family album from centuries ago. The Colors…the Blue!…
Walk with me
Yesterday was one of those days I’d mark with a star. A day when things came together and took on the shape of simple grace. It began around 4:45 AM when I found myself entirely awake and serendipitously in a Skype call with a friend in California. Her day before was ending and my next…
A Glimpse of Sunday
A photo I wrote while out on a wander this morning. It was so beautiful… 11:10 AM Inside the church. Only twenty minutes have passed since entering Antica. Seems like longer ago than that, but then again, I was famished and wolfed the pan dulce and cappuccino. Perhaps after lunch I will walk across our…
Consider the Lilies 