Field of stars photographed by Hubble Telescope Advent III In the knowing, nothing now is sameness. The iridescent ordinary occupies my wonder, ah! while spice warm mystery cradles the dancing of my awe. Oh the wind borne glory of this, the unsettling elegance of love!
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, 2012
(Star forming cluster NGC-3603, taken by Hubble telescope; http://www.spacetelescope.org) Advent II, 2012 Wandering wrapped in the star tousled wind, I turn toward infinite onward hope in a moon washed silent fullness of Yes, now embracing the readiness for birth, for possible, for unshakeable becoming. C. MperiodPress
Advent I 2012
(Image from Hubble space telescope, Nov. 2008) Advent I 2012 In the already not yet waiting of birth time bright and never before, Oh let me sing praise…sing praise of what I don’t yet know but trust will be of shimmering heart, of Love, of Word, of Wonder. c. MperiodPress
Love in the time of Dinosaurs
If you see Gabriel sometime, please let him know that someone found his dinosaur. Or, if you should see a dinosaur and he seems a little lost and confused, his name might be Gabriel. Try calling his name and see how he responds. Finding this tag in a wet parking lot reminded me all over…
From a window
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…
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…
Consider the Lilies 