Release Let the rain fall through me,let me be refracted by the sun until I glow;Let the soil release me,the wind rearrange me,and the moon turn my facetoward the tide of heaven over and overyet again! What I want is to riseloosely and freely;to move each stepin the certain sway of gracethat is knowing God…
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.
Breadcrumbs
I have a list in my mind of all the expressions I could string out on the page right about now that could describe my current state of mind… Lemons? Lemonade. Door closed? Window open. Etc. But, instead, I’ll say this… Breadcrumbs. Far more accurate, and, pleasingly, far more creative an opening to the story…
Two Found Poems
Found in my old journals, that is. I have been filling my father’s worn, scarred, but still strong Filson briefcase with my journals to pack them away as I clear out of my room in anticipation of the coming adventure to Chile. I was flipping through several volumes as I placed them side by side…
Likeable Qualities
Friday Five from Rev Gals….I Like Me! Five things you like about yourself… 1. My hair…thick. strong, lots of it. Going gray…finally makes me look my age! Changes colors depending on how much time outside. Sometimes the subject of compliments. Had someone once ask me what number it was…assuming I dyed it. I answered 39….
Danger or Grace?
(Written for Xavier…that’s why it reads a little funny here…) I am having a hard time shaking the irony from in between the trite adage about the dangers of assuming anything and the glory of the Assumption of Mary. On the one hand, dealing with anything less than the reality of what is before you…
It’s Pouring Possums
From the Zoology Department of RevGals, this Friday has Gone to the Animals! Best wild animal story… That would have to be when I came home from work in southern Louisiana only to be greeted by members of my community standing in the kitchen, waiting for me. “We have a problem.” “Um hmmm….??” “Go look…
Another poem for Mary
Sometimes it feels so good to write a poem for Mary… I did the first one here and added another tonight. Can’t really explain the mood that leads me to it…only that sometimes I just need the refreshment that comes with it. Like cold sasparilla on a hot day, a nap, a walk with quiet…
The Graceful Swallow
For another step in the process of going to Chile for ten months, I have to submit an FBI background check. That requires fingerprints to be taken, a letter written, a payment included, and prayers sent that all arrives and it’s treated in a timely fashion. As I write this, I just got home from…
Finding freedom
The closer I get to leaving the country for ten months, the more I find myself wanting or needing to spend time with friends who remind me by simple reassuring presence that they will still be here, that I will not be forgotten, that words will be read and responded to and thoughts/prayers sent forth,…
Consider the Lilies 