This is not the third window of Chesterton/Janet Erskine Stuart, referenced in a post a few weeks back. It is not the window on the world, the window of opportunity, or even a Rear Window. And yet, for me, today, this is a window of salvation that affords a view beyond where I am at…
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.
The Life of the Word
The Life of the Word Not long ago, two moments passed. My poem spoke in Spanish, (I had no idea it could), while a neighboring thought broke free of its paper cocoon, versifying in a widening spiral, dizzying itself and drawing in those who would listen until all we could do was delight in the…
RevGals: the Reader’s Edition
It’s another Friday Five from RevGals! You probably have, like me, a study full of books. Maybe they spill into another room. They go with you in the car to appointments when you might have some dead space in your schedule. In my study, the books are double-stacked and in somewhat precarious piles. I’ve always…
With thanks to GMH
(With thanks to the influence of Gerard Manley Hopkins…) Fall’s Shooting StarsI walked amidst a thousand starsfallen from the trees…wet with newborn wondrous beingwhile offering their triumphantfiery falling whistle as a mosaic for my feet.c.MperiodPress
Sensitivity to Touch
Here I am at the day’s conclusion, watching the moon begin its cabaret song as the sun bows from the stage… and I am watching my hands as they type while I also reflect on the day. These hands today have held an incredible kitchen knife and thrilled at the ease with which it dispatched…
The Poetics of Hope
In the tender compassion of our God, thedawn from on high will break upon us…(Canticle of Zechariah) “Tomorrow we shall see what has changed in this town,” said Baz. “I wonder what it will be.”They woke to the sun shining down on them…In the night a pear tree had flowered, sprouting white and pink blossoms.“It…
Beans about it
Garden Grace I like praying when my hands smell like the garden… green and soil warm, fresh bean-snap pea sweet, earthy and close… like I just clapped my hands as You danced in the field primeval and full of creation. The other evening, I came home from school thoroughly glad to be heading into the…
Acts of Creation
It was a day to experiment. Rain brings out that desire sometimes. Somehow, the soft tikki-tum of raindrops can act as the protective curtain that says “within this space, you can try something new, something bold, something different…and if it works, great! And if it doesn’t, great!” Whether it works or not, however I understand…
Another Poem to Mary
Oh Mary (a continuation of a series…) Oh Mary, I want to keep my soul free and keep my soul wide; I want to remember the big and the details, the loose and the particular; I want to live what it feels like to center-down deep— living lightly while YES comes springing its AH! just…
Poet in the Kitchen
After the morning rituals of coffee and writing, praying, and listening, I headed to the kitchen to make dinner with enough time for it to get to know itself better before we would eat this evening. I found myself uncharacteristically working on more than one dish at a time. I usually find that rather chaotic,…
Consider the Lilies 