Easter Grace, 2016 I know what rises from an acorn or bulb: Beauty and a strength that parts the earth in a need to reveal itself, to offer itself, in the midst of the chaos, violence, and political uncertainty of our world; Beauty and strength that trumpets Glory! and Alleluia! because it must. What then,…
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.
Holy Thursday, 2016
Holy Thursday Only in the first whispered imaginings has the world as a whole been at peace: When the Word came forth and the great lights parted into day and night and it was Good. With humanity came the chaos of ego and pride; power and fear; and the grace of knowing, feeling, bone-deep and…
Mid-Lent
Mid-Lent 2016 Gossamer filaments of experience weave a shimmer of quiet within me, a life-lived knowing of seeming contradictions and grace. Is this peace, I wonder… the settling of my soulinto its shape, into its beauty,I wonder… As to whether it will last or what it will meanto the grand eternal scheme, I can but give thanks…
Lenten Promise
I find myself looking at Lent his year in terms of an awareness of promise along the journey. The sort of promise I am thinking of is the assurance of various realities… realities that can console, challenge, call forth, remind, etc. There is the promise of awe and wonder– The delight God takes in…
Five Years’ Thanksgiving
On January 30th, 2011, the 13 RSCJ from the probation group “Vivir y Amar con Alegria Profunda” (Live and Love with Deep Joy) professed final vows. The poem below is my way of marking this year’s anniversary. Five Years’ Thanksgiving I am surrounded by journey and love; Love that is forever freeing and coming round…
Snapshot of a Sigh
Preparing dinner tonight was such a simple joy. I brought in music I enjoy and chopped away to a favorite playlist that includes Carrie Newcomer, Anonymous 4’s folk aspect, and Natalie Merchant. I reveled in the warm swath of alto voices and the sometimes harmonies that inclined my ear toward a nearness of sweet noted…
Things Recalled Anew, Things not Forgotten
We had spring weather for Christmas… 10+ C. and sun, sun, sun. Two days later my mouth was frozen into an “O!” and my Facebook post confessed that “My face had forgotten what winter feels like!” The mountains of snow created by the ‘shovel-off’ from the 2ndfloor deck have begun on the first floor entryway/porch. …
Advent IV 2015
Advent IV, 2015 It is you we await, Glory Child, brightest light, in the places of hope, in the shadows of fright. Sing out Hallelujah, set the bells pealing. Come, Peace for the Earth! Come, Mercy and Healing! Be born in us; Reveal to us; Unite with us; Strengthen us. That we too may give…
Advent III 2015
Advent III, 2015 I live and I sense and I say there is, in all of This, glory here! Glory now! And it looks like love overcoming, is shaped like compassion dancing, feels like a blessing kiss. I don’t want to miss this hope of here and now that has been and shall be, world…
A Response to San Bernadino and The Daily News
I will start by saying that I have fond memories of the smell of Hoppe’s oil and melting lead. I loved sending the weight down the long barrel of my father’s or grandfather’s or uncle’s or brother’s rifle when they came back from hunting– sending the weight down and tugging the wad of cotton rag…
Consider the Lilies 