The Why of Why I Wrote It (The It being Creed) Now and thenI sense the time has come to say for myself,for myself, because no onecan say it for me;no one can say what it is that Itake up to walk withand what I leave lie to the side.Now and then I know the…
Two Things I Learned this Weekend
Two Things I Learned This Weekend OneFire is good company,a being, breathing and chattering,warming the spirit and easing the fingersthat reach for snacks of different sizesto keep it satisfied.TwoWhen walking beneath a pine bough canopy,it is never too cold for the clean earth incenseof ginger-balsam-spice to rise as prayer;every footfall reminding youthat where you are…
Creed
I have found it helpful to write a creed for myself every now and then… It’s been eight years or so and it felt like the right time. I believe in awe, wonder, and curiosity; I believe in listening and being still and cultivating an imagination that dares me to believe that just maybe, with…
Infinite, Always
Infinite, Always In the gardens, you;You in the deeps, the blues,the settling of quiet, you,in the bloom of a sigh of the selfthat knows of coming home; youimage and likeness and love;you of wing and footfall,all seasons, each beauty,Infinite, always, and everywhere,no where apart from you. Kimberly M. King
A Prayer from Today
Prayer The bold blueof distance and spaciousness;the nearness of the art of creation;the wholeness of holy.Hold me, please,in this cold freshness,while my bright soft silence opens into thank you. Kimberly M. King
There is…and there aren’t always
Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…
How to Believe that Wonder Remains
How to Believe that Wonder Remains How to believethat wonder remains:Gently and with reverenceremove the lid and beholdthe exquisitely packaged perfection mathematical,the juice-rubied geode,that is a pomegranate in December. Kimberly M. King
Christmas, 2022
The Soul Felt its Worth I wrote this poem last year but it felt right to share it again. The world continues on its path of ‘sin and error pining’ as well as sometimes feeling just one nudge away from―well, I’m not exactly sure what. It changes with the progression of days and the cumulative…
Consider the Lilies 