Acts Frontispiece from the St. John’s Bible They were all filled with the Holy Spirit / and spoke of the marvels of God. (Communion antiphon for Liturgy of Pentecost. Acts 2:4,11) When I was a child, I used to love being intentional about my reading or writing experience. If I was reading a mystery, perhaps…
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.
Two for my students…
For the Second Class who asked me what it would taste like…A Poem-flavored PopsicleIt tastes a bitlike pomegranate and cloud-lightthat soaks up a sunset.There’s a hint of mint as wellas the fresh green of springand the twittering tickleof a birdhiding in the sapsticky syllablesmelting into my smile.Kimberly M. King, rscj For the Third Class, studying Poetry I…
Love is my Bond
Beginning and end, I am the thread of the story and poetry’s unseen leap or sigh. I am release and I am freedom; I am wonder and I am Home; Come to me and rest without worry For Love is my bond. c. MperiodPress
Spacious simplicity
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~ Mary Oliver ~ I love these lines from Mary Oliver’s poem, Sometimes. I love them for their poetic simplicity and for the extraordinary spaciousness that they suggest. Within these letters and syllables walks Moses who stood there long enough to realize that…
Home
As I thought about this post…which I have been looking forward to for some weeks now…many trite phrases came to mind. Beginning with the most youthful, there’s Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. The most foreboding, in my opinion, You can never go home again. One of the most stitched, Home, sweet home. And then the…
Easter, 2013
Easter, 2013 Let the Easter I proclaim be the simple extraordinary time and again and ultimate resurrection of hope. Hope in you, who gave everything; Hope in you, who calls me to do likewise; Hope in you, love beyond reason and measure. Let me live with this singing within and steadying me,…
Who’s in your bag?
From William Joyce’s The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore There are large photo pools on various sites that follow the theme What’s in your bag? Owners dump and arrange the contents of their daily bag, photograph it, tag it, and post it to the curious enjoyment of thousands. What I find myself wondering…
Eating an Orange at Day’s End
Every aspect of the orange I just tenderly consumed was an ideal, a citric aspiration to greatness. Tissue thin membranes separating the sections; a sweetness rivaled by the heady lilacs growing in the Arboretum at UW-Madison where I would ride my bike simply for the joy of inhaling; tight skin hugging the jeweled interior; and…
Poetic Meals
Still life, Checked Tablecloth, Henri Matisse My day began with a scant but roomy three line poem for breakfast… Eating a Morning Poem French bread toast with a smear of lemon curd, a mandarin, and a cup of tea. It was simple, clean, fresh, pleasing, bright…all I could ideally ask of a breakfast… I…
The Lenten Journey
Atacama desert, Chile I don’t often think “Road Trip” when I think of Lent, but this year as these 40 days get underway, I am tingling with an urge to simply GO. Not that I have a destination or even a particularly conscious reason, but there is a part of me just ready to shoulder…
Consider the Lilies 