I was speaking with someone this morning and we got to talking about Henry, our kitten who died at the beginning of August when he was just 8 mos. old. As has often been the case, the phrase, “Augh, such a short life…” came up and I responded as I have several times–“Yes…a short life,…
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.
Both Subtle and Flamboyant
Someone asked me once whether I searched for concrete knowledge of God. My response was that I preferred the experience of Mystery. Enticing, both subtle and flamboyant—in tolerable proportion, and always just that far away…until becoming part of its fullness. And, somehow, I don’t think we need to die to become enfolded in its expanse—we…
Under the Influence of Emily
Under the Influence of Emily Lost to the blue of distance,I consider the spacemy words will rest—on the page before someone,known or not,or within the commons sharedbetween you, perhaps, and me—and recall a certain summer picnicby a riot of wildflowers lavishly decoratedwith a living garland of bumblebees. Kimberly M. King
Arrival of the Moment
She found that it helpedto stare long and far,unhurried, wide of thought,deep of heart,to ease the restlessnessof hope; instead embracingthe arrival of the moment:the breath, the wind that firstbloomed in the great everlasting, firstgathered offerings for the senses,compressing the large into the nowbefore presenting the gift. Kimberly M. King
Until Quiet: A Poem
Until Quiet With you at the tip of my pen, I wroteuntil words found their branches, tucked infeathers, and nesting lightly, breathed inthe incense of lilac and pine,rose, earth, and cedar; until stillness,revealing its canopy, drew me intoall of its dimensions, offered meits hand to enter the depths of its colour-stained span of mystery; until…
Sanctuary of Heart
…For the Feast of the Sacred Heart… Sanctuary of Heart Sanctuary of place and person-neither containing,neither constraining,All embracing:A refuge of perspectiveon infinite You.A new slant of light,a peripheral hummingtoward which I bend in bright fascinationof always and everywhere You;of the tousled and wild diversitythat is You;You who named each onewho claim each one,who loves and…
Sacrament of Being
Sacrament of Being While out among,quite nearly within,the tidal chords of an ocean’s evening andthe cloud swept memory of a day,I praise the sacrament of being.Praise, which feels like an earthy assentnodded toward the horizon witharms wide-stretched and head tilted back;Sacrament, a gift of convergencewhere humanity and divinitycome together as grace;Being, wholeness, wrapped in this…
I Believe
The other day I was on a Zoom call and the subjects of Relative and Essential truth came up in the course of discussion. That got me considering how long it had been since writing something that approached a personal creed…that included my take on elements of more formal creeds and also things more personal…
Blurs and sighs and I do
I’ve been on a bit of a run this last while, writing about my experience at the midweek contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s. This entry is no different…written because the fullness I feel is more than I can hold inside. Last night I arrived wearing sunglasses. After finding the way to my chosen seat, there…
Down and Within
After the Wednesday evening contemplative service at Saint Andrew’s this week… Instead of going up to the balcony, today I went down. I started on the chair but it didn’t feel right. Too…what? Perch-y. To ‘on’ and not ‘within’ the space of the sanctuary. It was like I needed to touch down. To ground myself…
Consider the Lilies 